Salme 123

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

Yahweh, I look up toward you, up to heaven, from where you rule.

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.

Like servants ask [IDM] their masters [for what they need] and like maids ask t their mistresses [for what they need], we ask you, Yahweh our God, [for what we need], and we ask you to be merciful to us.

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

Yahweh, be very merciful [DOU] to us because [our enemies] have acted very contemptuously toward us.

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

Rich people have made fun of us for a long time, and proud [people] who have (oppressed/acted cruelly toward) us have acted toward us as though we were worthless.