A Song of degrees.

1 Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

2 Behold, 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.

3 Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, and 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!