Psalms 123

1 A Song of Ascents. Unto Thee I lift up mine eyes, O Thou that art enthroned in the heavens.

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

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants unto the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes look unto the LORD our God, until He be gracious unto 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 Be gracious unto us, O LORD, be gracious unto us; for we are full sated with contempt.

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

4 Our soul is full sated with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud oppressors.

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