Salme 123

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

A Song of Ascents. Unto Thee I lift up mine eyes, O Thou that art enthroned 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 servants unto the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes look unto the LORD our God, until He be gracious unto us.

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

Be gracious unto us, O LORD, be gracious unto us; for we are full sated with contempt.

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

Our soul is full sated with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud oppressors.