Salme 123

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

“A song of the steps, or the goings up.” To thee do I lift up mine eyes, O Thou who dwellest 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 servants look to the hand of their masters, And as the eyes of a maiden to the hand of her mistress, So do our eyes look to the LORD, our God, Until he have pity upon us.

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

Have mercy upon us, O LORD! have mercy upon us, For we are overwhelmed with contempt!

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

Our soul is filled to the full with the scorn of those who are at ease, And with the contempt of the proud.