< Psalms 123 >

1 A Song of Ascents. Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that sittest in the heavens.
Sang til Festrejserne. Jeg løfter mine Øjne til dig, som troner i Himlen!
2 Behold, as the eyes of servants [look] unto the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes [look] unto the LORD our God, until he have mercy upon 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 upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
Forbarm dig over os, HERRE, forbarm dig! Thi overmætte er vi af Spot,
4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.
overmæt er vor Sjæl af de sorgløses Haan, de stoltes Spot!

< Psalms 123 >