A Song of degrees.
1 Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.
2 Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait upon the LORD our God, until that he have mercy upon us.
3 Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.
1 Muhona, ami me tara kove,
me tara keyuru ove ku u honaparera.
2 Otja omukarere omurumendu
punga e tara komuhona we,
notja omukarere omukazendu punga
e tara komuhona we oserekaze,
eṱe opunga amatu tara ku Muhona,
Ndjambi wetu, nga tji me tu tjariparere.
3 Tu tjariparera, Muhona,
tu tjariparera. Orondu eṱe tji twe
urisiwa nonyengurire,
4 nokunyekererwa tjinene i ovavyare,
nu tjinga atwe urisiwa
nomanyenguriro woveritongamise.
