The Message

Psalm 123

A Pilgrim Song

11-4 I look to you, heaven-dwelling God,
    look up to you for help.
Like servants, alert to their master’s commands,
    like a maiden attending her lady,
We’re watching and waiting, holding our breath,
    awaiting your word of mercy.
Mercy, God, mercy!
    We’ve been kicked around long enough,
Kicked in the teeth by complacent rich men,
    kicked when we’re down by arrogant brutes.

Nkwa Asem

Nnwom 123

Mmɔborɔhunu mpaebɔ

1Awurade, wo na mehwɛ wo, ɛne ɔsoro a wudi so hene no. Sɛnea akoa dan ne wura no, saa ara na afenaa dan n’awuraa; enti yɛbɛkɔ so ahwɛ wo, O Awurade, yɛn Nyankopɔn, kosi sɛ wubehu yɛn mmɔbɔ.

Hu yɛn mmɔbɔ, Awurade, hu yɛn mmɔbɔ; wɔagu yɛn anim ase ama aboro so. Adefo adi yɛn ho fɛw akyɛ dodo, na ahantanfo nso ahyɛ yɛn so akyɛ.