New Living Translation

Psalm 123

Psalm 123

A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem.

I lift my eyes to you,
    O God, enthroned in heaven.
We keep looking to the Lord our God for his mercy,
    just as servants keep their eyes on their master,
    as a slave girl watches her mistress for the slightest signal.
Have mercy on us, Lord, have mercy,
    for we have had our fill of contempt.
We have had more than our fill of the scoffing of the proud
    and the contempt of the arrogant.

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.