< Psalms 123 >

1 Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.
Til dig opløfter jeg mine Øjne, du, som sidder i Himmelen!
2 Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait upon Yhwh our God, until that he have mercy upon 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 Have mercy upon us, O Yhwh, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
Vær os naadig, Herre! vær os naadig; thi vi ere saare mættede af Foragt.
4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.
Vor Sjæl er saare mættet af de sorgløses Spot og de hovmodiges Foragt.

< Psalms 123 >