Psalms 123

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

K tebi povzdigujem svoje oči, oh ti, ki prebivaš v nebesih.

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.

Glej, kakor oči služabnikov gledajo k roki svojih gospodarjev in kakor oči dekle k roki svoje gospodarice, tako naše oči čakajo na Gospoda, našega Boga, dokler se nas ne usmili.

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

Usmili se nas, oh Gospod, usmili se nas, kajti silno smo nasičeni z zaničevanjem.

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

Naša duša je silno nasičena s preziranjem tistih, ki so ošabni in z zaničevanjem ponosnih.