Psalms 123

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

К Тебе возведох очи мои, Живущему на небеси.

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.

Се, яко очи раб в руку господий своих, яко очи рабыни в руку госпожи своея: тако очи наши ко Господу Богу нашему, дондеже ущедрит ны.

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

Помилуй нас, Господи, помилуй нас, яко помногу исполнихомся уничижения:

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

наипаче наполнися душа наша поношения гобзующих и уничижения гордых.