Psalms 123

1 To you lift I up my eyes, O you that dwell in the heavens.

Svētku dziesma. Es paceļu savas acis uz Tevi, kas sēdi debesīs.

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden to the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait on the LORD our God, until that he have mercy on us.

Redzi, kā kalpu acis uz sava kunga rokām, un kā kalpoņu acis uz savas valdnieces rokām, tā mūsu acis skatās uz To Kungu, mūsu Dievu, tiekams Viņš mūs žēlos.

3 Have mercy on us, O LORD, have mercy on us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

Esi mums žēlīgs, ak Kungs, esi mums žēlīgs, jo mēs esam pārlieku nievāti.

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

Mūsu dvēsele pārlieku top mēdīta no grezniem un nievāta no augstprātīgiem.