Salme 123

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

A Song of the going up. To you my eyes are lifted up, even to you whose seat is in the heavens.

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.

See! as the eyes of servants are turned to the hands of their masters, and the eyes of a servant-girl to her owner, so our eyes are waiting for the Lord our God, till he has mercy on us.

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

Have mercy on us, O Lord, have mercy on us: for all men are looking down on us.

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

For long enough have men of pride made sport of our soul.