1En valfartssang. Jeg løfter mit blik til dig, Herre, du, som troner i Himlen.2Som slaven iagttager, hvad hans herre gør, som slavepigens øjne følger, hvad hendes frue foretager sig, sådan er vores blik vendt mod dig, Gud, for vi ser frem til din nådige indgriben.3Hjælp os, Herre, vær barmhjertig imod os! Vi har fået nok af folks foragt,4vi er trætte af de stoltes spot, af de hovmodiges hån.
1A Song of Ascents. To you I lift up my eyes, O you who are enthroned in the heavens! (Salm 2,4; Salm 25,15; Salm 120,1; Salm 121,1; Salm 141,8)2Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maidservant to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes look to the Lord our God, till he has mercy upon us.3Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy upon us, for we have had more than enough of contempt. (Neh 4,4; Salm 4,1)4Our soul has had more than enough of the scorn of those who are at ease, of the contempt of the proud. (Neh 2,19; Salm 119,51; Es 32,9; Es 32,11; Amos 6,1)