Salme 123

1 Til dig opløfter jeg mine Øjne, du, som sidder i Himmelen!

A song of ascents. I lift up my eyes to You, the One enthroned in heaven.

2 Se, som Tjeneres Øjne agte paa deres Herrers Haand, som en Tjenestepiges Øjne paa hendes Frues Haand, saa agte vore Øjne paa Herren vor Gud, indtil han vorder os naadig.

As the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maidservant look to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes are on the LORD our God until He shows us mercy.

3 Vær os naadig, Herre! vær os naadig; thi vi ere saare mættede af Foragt.

Have mercy on us, O LORD, have mercy, for we have endured much contempt.

4 Vor Sjæl er saare mættet af de sorgløses Spot og de hovmodiges Foragt.

We have endured much scorn from the arrogant, much contempt from the proud.