Salme 123

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

A Canticle in steps. I have lifted up my eyes to you, who dwells 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.

Behold, as the eyes of the servants are on the hands of their masters, as the eyes of the handmaid are on the hands of her mistress, so our eyes are upon the Lord our God, until he may be merciful to 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 we have been filled with utter disdain.

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

For our soul has been greatly filled. We are the disgrace of those who have abundance and the disdain of the arrogant.