Psalms 123

1 A song of ascents. To you I lift up my eyes, you who are enthroned in the heavens.

Til dig opløfter jeg mine Øjne, du, som sidder i Himmelen!

2 See, as the eyes of servants look to their master's hand, as the eyes of a maid look to her mistress's hand, so our eyes look to Yahweh our God until he has mercy on 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 Have mercy on us, Yahweh, have mercy on us, for we are filled with humiliation.

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

4 We are more than full of the scoffing of the insolent and with the contempt of the proud.

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