< Psalms 123 >

1 Yahweh, I look up toward you, up to heaven, from where you rule.
(Sang til Festrejserne.) Jeg løfter mine Øjne til dig, som troner i Himlen!
2 Like servants ask [IDM] their masters [for what they need] and like maids ask t their mistresses [for what they need], we ask you, Yahweh our God, [for what we need], and we ask you to be merciful to us.
Som trælles øjne følger deres Herres Hånd, som en Trælkvindes Øjne følger hendes Frues Hånd, så følger vore Øjne HERREN vor Gud, til han er os nådig.
3 Yahweh, be very merciful [DOU] to us because [our enemies] have acted very contemptuously toward us.
Forbarm dig over os, HERRE, forbarm dig! Thi overmætte er vi af Spot,
4 Rich people have made fun of us for a long time, and proud [people] who have (oppressed/acted cruelly toward) us have acted toward us as though we were worthless.
overmæt er vor Sjæl af de sorgløses Hån, de stoltes Spot!

< Psalms 123 >