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 (122:1) Песнь восхождения. К Тебе возвожу очи мои, Живущий на небесах!

2 (122:2) Вот, как очи рабов [обращены] на руку господ их, как очи рабы – на руку госпожи ее, так очи наши – к Господу, Богу нашему, доколе Он помилует нас.

3 (122:3) Помилуй нас, Господи, помилуй нас, ибо довольно мы насыщены презрением;

4 (122:4) довольно насыщена душа наша поношением от надменных и уничижением от гордых.