Salme 123

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

To you I do lift up my eyes, you who sit 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 look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress; so our eyes look to Adonai, our God, until he has mercy on us.

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

Have mercy on us, Adonai, have mercy on us, for we have endured much contempt.

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

Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scoffing of those who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.