Psalms 123

1 A Song of degrees. Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

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

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 the LORD our God, until that he have mercy upon 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 upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon 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.