Salme 123

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

A Song of degrees. To thee I lift up my eyes, O thou that dwellest 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 masters, and as the eyes of a maiden to the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait upon the LORD our God, until he shall have mercy upon us.

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

Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

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

Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.