1 [A Song of degrees.] Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.2 Behold, as the eyes of servants {look} unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress, so our eyes {are directed} to Jehovah our God, until he be gracious unto us.3 Be gracious unto us, O Jehovah, be gracious unto us; for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.

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!