Psalms 123

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

Pesem preizvrstna. K tebi dvigam oči svoje, o ti, ki sediš v nebesih!

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.

Glej, kakor hlapcev oči gledajo na roke gospodov svojih, kakor dekle oči na roke gospodinje svoje, tako oči naše v Gospoda, Boga našega, dokler nas ne pomilosti.

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

Pomilosti nas, Gospod, pomilosti; ker dovolj je, siti smo zaničevanja.

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

Dovolj je sita duša naša; tisto zasmehovanje onim pokojnim, tisto zaničevanje prevzetnim!