Psalms 123

1 A song of degrees. I lift vp mine eyes to thee, that dwellest in the heauens.

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

2 Behold, as the eyes of seruants looke vnto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a mayden vnto the hand of her mistres: so our eyes waite vpon the Lord our God vntil he haue mercie vpon vs.

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 Haue mercie vpon vs, O Lord, haue mercie vpon vs: for we haue suffered too much contempt.

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

4 Our soule is filled too full of ye mocking of the wealthy, and of the despitefulnes of the proude.

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