Psalms 123

1 A Song of Degrees. To you who dwell in heaven have I lifted up mine eyes.

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

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants [are directed] to the hands of their masters, [and] as the eyes of a maidservant to the hands of her mistress; so our eyes [are directed] to the Lord our God, until he have 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 pity upon us, O Lord, have pity upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

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

4 [Yes], our soul has been exceedingly filled [with it]: [let] the reproach [be] to them that are at ease, and contempt to the proud.

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