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.
ǀKhomxaǂgaosib ǀgores
ǃGûǃapas di tsanas
1 Sats ǃoa ta ge ti mûra go kōkhâi ǃKhūtse,
sats ǀhomma gaoǂam hâts ǃoa.
2 Mû re, khobob di mûra ǀhonkhoeb âb di ǃommi ai ǃammâisa
tsî khobos di mûra ǀhonkhoes âs di ǃommi ai ǃammâisa khami,
di ge sada mûde ǃKhūb sada Elob ai hâ, ǀkhomxa dab nîs kōse.
3 ǀKhomxa da re ǃKhūtse, ǀkhomxa da re
ǃharaxūhes xa da ǂâu hâ xuige.
4 Kaise da go ǂâu, ǁîǁâsen hân di ǃhōb
tsî ǀgapiǂâixan di ǃharaxūb xa xuige.
