Psalms 123

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

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

2 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.

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

Forbarm dig over os, HERRE, forbarm dig! Thi overmætte er vi af Spot,

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

overmæt er vor Sjæl af de sorgløses Haan, de stoltes Spot!