Psalms 123

1 To thee do I lift up my eyes, O thou who sit in the heavens.

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

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes are to Jehovah our God, until he has mercy upon us.

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.

3 Have mercy upon us, O Jehovah, have mercy upon us, for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

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

4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scoffing of those who are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.

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