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.
Salme 123
King James Version
1A Song of degrees. Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.2Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait upon the LORD our God, until that he have mercy upon us.3Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.4Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.