Salme 123

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

A song of ascents. I Lift up my eyes to you, who are throned 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.

As the eyes of a servant turn to the hand of his master, or the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, so do our eyes turn to the Lord our God, until he is gracious to us.

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

Be gracious, be gracious to us, Lord. Scorn enough, and more, have we borne

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

More than enough have we borne of derision from those at their ease, of scorn from those who are haughty.