Psalms 123

1 “A song of the degrees.” Unto thee do I lift up my 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 are directed unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress: thus are our eyes directed unto the Lord our God, until he be gracious unto 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 Be gracious unto us, O Lord! be gracious unto us; for we are overburdened with contempt.

Vær os naadig, Herre! vær os naadig; thi vi ere saare mættede af Foragt.

4 Our soul is overburdened with the scorn of those who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud oppressors.

Vor Sjæl er saare mættet af de sorgløses Spot og de hovmodiges Foragt.