Psalmen 123

1 Een bedevaartslied. Tot U hef ik mijn ogen omhoog, Tot U, die troont in de hemel!

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

2 Zie, als de ogen van slaven op de hand hunner meesters, En het oog der slavin op de hand van haar gebiedster: Zo zijn ònze ogen op Jahweh gericht, Onzen God, totdat Hij Zich onzer erbarmt.

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 Ontferm U onzer, o Jahweh. Ach, erbarm U over ons! Want we zijn met hoon overkropt,

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

4 En onze ziel is er zat van: Door de spot van de snoevers, Door de smaad van de trotsen.

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.