Salme 123

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

A Canticle in steps. I have lifted up my eyes to you, who dwells 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.

Behold, as the eyes of the servants are on the hands of their masters, as the eyes of the handmaid are on the hands of her mistress, so our eyes are upon the Lord our God, until he may be merciful to 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 we have been filled with utter disdain.

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

For our soul has been greatly filled. We are the disgrace of those who have abundance and the disdain of the arrogant.