Psalms 123

1 To thee have I lifted up my eyes, who dwellest in heaven.

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

2 Behold as the eyes of the servants are on the hands of their masters, As the eyes of the handmaid are on the hands of her mistress: so are our eyes unto the Lord our God, until he have mercy on 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 on us, O Lord, have mercy on us: for we are greatly filled with contempt.

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

4 For our soul is greatly filled: we are a reproach to the rich, and contempt to the proud.

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