Salme 123

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

To thee have I lifted up my eyes, who dwellest 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.

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 are our eyes unto the Lord our God, until he have 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 we are greatly filled with contempt.

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

For our soul is greatly filled: we are a reproach to the rich, and contempt to the proud.