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.
Alla la balafaa duwaaraŋo
Moolu ka ñiŋ suukuwo le laa, niŋ ì be Alla Batudulaa Buŋo* waliŋ na.
1 Yaawe*, n ñaa be ite le kaŋ santo,
ite meŋ be siiriŋ i la mansabaayaa kono Arijana.
2 Jonkewo jikoo ka tara a maarii kaŋ ñaameŋ,
aniŋ jommusoo fanaa,
ntolu jikoo be ite Yaawe, ǹ na Alla kaŋ wo le ñaama,
fo i si balafaa ǹ ye.
3 Yaawe, balafaa soto ǹ ye,
balafaa ǹ ye,
kaatu m̀ bulata jutunnayaa baa le kono.
4 Ntolu meeta toora la le,
moo kono faariŋolu la ñaawaliroo kaŋ,
aniŋ faŋ wara moolu la jutunnayaa kaŋ.
