Psalmi 123

1 Svētku dziesma. Es paceļu savas acis uz Tevi, kas sēdi debesīs.

A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. I have lifted up my eyes to You, O dweller in the heavens.

2 Redzi, kā kalpu acis uz sava kunga rokām, un kā kalpoņu acis uz savas valdnieces rokām, tā mūsu acis skatās uz To Kungu, mūsu Dievu, tiekams Viņš mūs žēlos.

Behold, as eyes of menservants [Are] to the hand of their masters, As eyes of a maidservant [Are] to the hand of her mistress, So [are] our eyes to our God YHWH, Until He favors us.

3 Esi mums žēlīgs, ak Kungs, esi mums žēlīgs, jo mēs esam pārlieku nievāti.

Favor us, O YHWH, favor us, For we have been greatly filled with contempt,

4 Mūsu dvēsele pārlieku top mēdīta no grezniem un nievāta no augstprātīgiem.

Our soul has been greatly filled With the scorning of the easy ones, With the contempt of the arrogant!