Psalmi 123

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

A Song of Ascents. Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that sittest 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 the eyes of servants [look] unto the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes [look] unto the LORD our God, until he have mercy upon us.

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

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

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

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