Salme 123

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

A Song of Degrees. To you who dwell in heaven have I lifted up mine eyes.

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.

Behold, as the eyes of servants [are directed] to the hands of their masters, [and] as the eyes of a maidservant to the hands of her mistress; so our eyes [are directed] to the Lord our God, until he have mercy upon us.

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

Have pity upon us, O Lord, have pity upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

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

[Yes], our soul has been exceedingly filled [with it]: [let] the reproach [be] to them that are at ease, and contempt to the proud.