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123 Een bedevaartslied.

Ik kijk omhoog naar mijn God,
die in de hemel woont.
Zoals knechten wachten op het bevel van hun meester
en een dienstmeisje wacht op het teken van haar meesteres,
richten wij onze ogen op de Here, onze God,
en verwachten van Hem genade.
Geeft U ons genade, Here, en helpt U ons.
Want wij hebben al te veel minachting ontmoet.
Wij werden overladen met spot van ongelovigen
en trotse mensen hebben ons met minachting behandeld.
Meer kunnen wij niet verdragen.

Ang panalangin na umaasa sa tulong ng Panginoon. Awit sa mga Pagsampa.

123 Sa iyo'y (A)aking itinitingin ang mga mata ko,
Oh sa iyo (B)na nauupo sa mga langit.
Narito, kung paanong tumitingin ang mga mata ng mga alipin sa kamay ng kanilang panginoon,
Kung paano ang mga mata ng alilang babae sa kamay ng kaniyang panginoong babae;
Gayon tumitingin ang mga mata namin sa Panginoon naming Dios,
Hanggang sa siya'y maawa sa amin.
Maawa ka sa amin, Oh Panginoon, maawa ka sa amin:
Sapagka't kami ay lubhang lipos ng (C)kadustaan.
Ang aming kaluluwa'y lubhang lipos
(D)Ng duwahagi ng mga (E)tiwasay.
At ng paghamak ng palalo.

Psalm 123

A song of ascents.

I lift up my eyes to you,
    to you who sit enthroned(A) in heaven.
As the eyes of slaves look to the hand of their master,
    as the eyes of a female slave look to the hand of her mistress,
so our eyes look to the Lord(B) our God,
    till he shows us his mercy.

Have mercy on us, Lord, have mercy on us,
    for we have endured no end of contempt.
We have endured no end
    of ridicule from the arrogant,
    of contempt from the proud.

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

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.

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

Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.

Psalm 123

A song for those journeying to worship.

I raise my eyes to fix my gaze on You,
    for Your throne resides in the heavens.
Just as the eyes of servants
    closely watch the hand of their masters,
Just as a maid carefully observes
    the slightest gesture of her mistress,
In the same way we look to You, Eternal One,
    waiting for our God to pour out His mercy upon us.

O Eternal One, show us Your mercy. We beg You.
    We are not strangers to contempt and pain.
We have suffered more than our share
    of ridicule and contempt from self-appointed critics who live easy lives
    and pompously display their own importance.