Psalms 123

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

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

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.

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, Yahweh, have mercy on us, for we are filled with humiliation.

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

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

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