Salme 123

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.