Psalmi 123

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

A song of ascents. I Lift up my eyes to you, who are throned 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.

As the eyes of a servant turn to the hand of his master, or the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, so do our eyes turn to the Lord our God, until he is gracious to us.

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

Be gracious, be gracious to us, Lord. Scorn enough, and more, have we borne

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

More than enough have we borne of derision from those at their ease, of scorn from those who are haughty.