Psalms 123

1 A Song of Degrees. To you who dwell in heaven have I lifted up mine eyes.

Ó, Guð, þú sem ríkir á himnum, ég hef augu mín til þín.

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants [are directed] to the hands of their masters, [and] as the eyes of a maidservant to the hands of her mistress; so our eyes [are directed] to the Lord our God, until he have mercy upon us.

Við horfum til Drottins Guðs, þráum miskunn hans og náð, rétt eins og þjónninn mænir á húsbónda sinn og þernan á húsmóður sína.

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

Miskunna okkur, Drottinn, miskunna okkur.

4 [Yes], our soul has been exceedingly filled [with it]: [let] the reproach [be] to them that are at ease, and contempt to the proud.

Við höfum fengið nóg af háði og spotti hinna hrokafullu.