Psalms 123

1 A Song of degrees. To thee I lift up my eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

Ó, Guð, þú sem ríkir á himnum, ég hef augu mín til þín.

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden to the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait upon the LORD our God, until he shall have mercy upon us.

Við horfum til Drottins Guðs, þráum miskunn hans og náð, rétt eins og þjónninn mænir á húsbónda sinn og þernan á húsmóður sína.

3 Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

Miskunna okkur, Drottinn, miskunna okkur.

4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.

Við höfum fengið nóg af háði og spotti hinna hrokafullu.