Psalms 123

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

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

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.

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!