Psalms 123

1 [A Song of Ascents.] To you I do lift up my eyes, you who sit in the heavens.

Sang til Festrejserne. Jeg løfter mine Øjne til dig, som troner i Himlen!

2 Look, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress; so our eyes look to the LORD, our God, until he has mercy on us.

Som Trælles øjne følger deres Herres Haand, som en Trælkvindes Øjne følger hendes Frues Haand, saa følger vore Øjne HERREN vor Gud, til han er os naadig.

3 Have mercy on us, LORD, have mercy on us, for we have endured much contempt.

Forbarm dig over os, HERRE, forbarm dig! Thi overmætte er vi af Spot,

4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scoffing of those who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.

overmæt er vor Sjæl af de sorgløses Haan, de stoltes Spot!