Psalms 123

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. I look up to you, the one who rules from heaven.

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

2 Just as servants look to their master, or a maid looks to her mistress, so we keep our eyes on you, Lord our God, waiting for you to be merciful to 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 Please have mercy on us, Lord, have mercy. We've had enough of people's contempt.

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

4 We've had more than enough of the scorn of the proud, and the contempt of the arrogant.

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