1 A Song of the going up. To you my eyes are lifted up, even to you whose seat is in the heavens.2 See! as the eyes of servants are turned to the hands of their masters, and the eyes of a servant-girl to her owner, so our eyes are waiting for the Lord our God, till he has mercy on us.3 Have mercy on us, O Lord, have mercy on us: for all men are looking down on us.4 For long enough have men of pride made sport of our soul.

1 'n Bedevaartslied. Ek slaan my oë op tot U wat in die hemel troon.2 Kyk, soos die oë van die knegte is op die hand van hulle heer, soos die oë van die diensmaagd is op die hand van haar meesteres -- so is ons oë op die HERE onse God, totdat Hy ons genadig is.3 Wees ons genadig, o HERE, wees ons genadig, want meer as versadig is ons van veragting;4 meer as versadig is ons siel van die spot van die oormoediges, van die veragting van die trotsaards!