Salme 123

1 Sang til Festrejserne. Jeg løfter mine Øjne til dig, som troner i Himlen!

A Song of the going up. To you my eyes are lifted up, even to you whose seat is in the heavens.

2 Som Trælles øjne følger deres Herres Haand, som en Trælkvindes Øjne følger hendes Frues Haand, saa følger vore Øjne HERREN vor Gud, til han er os naadig.

See! as the eyes of servants are turned to the hands of their masters, and the eyes of a servant-girl to her owner, so our eyes are waiting for the Lord our God, till he has mercy on us.

3 Forbarm dig over os, HERRE, forbarm dig! Thi overmætte er vi af Spot,

Have mercy on us, O Lord, have mercy on us: for all men are looking down on us.

4 overmæt er vor Sjæl af de sorgløses Haan, de stoltes Spot!

For long enough have men of pride made sport of our soul.