A Song of degrees.
1 Unto thee lift I up mine eyes,
O thou that dwellest in the heavens.
Nimekuinulia macho yangu, Wewe uketiye mbinguni.
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.
Kama vile macho ya watumishi Kwa mkono wa bwana zao Kama macho ya mjakazi Kwa mkono wa bibi yake; Hivyo macho yetu humwelekea Bwana, Mungu wetu, Hata atakapoturehemu.
3 Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us:
For we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
Uturehemu, Ee Bwana, uturehemu sisi, Kwa maana tumeshiba dharau.
4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease,
And with the contempt of the proud.
Nafsi zetu zimeshiba mzaha wa wenye raha, Na dharau ya wenye kiburi.
