Psalms 123

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

Ó, Guð, þú sem ríkir á himnum, ég hef augu mín til þín.

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.

Við horfum til Drottins Guðs, þráum miskunn hans og náð, rétt eins og þjónninn mænir á húsbónda sinn og þernan á húsmóður sína.

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

Miskunna okkur, Drottinn, miskunna okkur.

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

Við höfum fengið nóg af háði og spotti hinna hrokafullu.