Psalms 123

1 A Song of degrees. Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

Til dig opløfter jeg mine Øjne, du, som sidder i Himmelen!

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants [look] unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress, so our eyes [are directed] to Jehovah our God, until he be gracious unto us.

Se, som Tjeneres Øjne agte paa deres Herrers Haand, som en Tjenestepiges Øjne paa hendes Frues Haand, saa agte vore Øjne paa Herren vor Gud, indtil han vorder os naadig.

3 Be gracious unto us, O Jehovah, be gracious unto us; for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

Vær os naadig, Herre! vær os naadig; thi vi ere saare mættede af Foragt.

4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.

Vor Sjæl er saare mættet af de sorgløses Spot og de hovmodiges Foragt.