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Plegaria pidiendo misericordia

Cántico gradual.

123 A ti alcé mis ojos,

A ti que habitas en los cielos.

He aquí, como los ojos de los siervos miran a la mano de sus señores,

Y como los ojos de la sierva a la mano de su señora,

Así nuestros ojos miran a Jehová nuestro Dios,

Hasta que tenga misericordia de nosotros.

Ten misericordia de nosotros, oh Jehová, ten misericordia de nosotros,

Porque estamos muy hastiados de menosprecio.

Hastiada está nuestra alma

Del escarnio de los que están en holgura,

Y del menosprecio de los soberbios.

Psalm 123

A Song of [a]Ascents.

Unto You do I lift up my eyes, O You Who are enthroned in heaven.

Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master, and as the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes look to the Lord our God, until He has mercy and loving-kindness for us.

Have mercy on us, O Lord, have mercy on and loving-kindness for us, for we are exceedingly satiated with contempt.

Our life is exceedingly filled with the scorning and scoffing of those who are at ease and with the contempt of the proud (irresponsible tyrants who disregard God’s law).

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 123:1 See Psalm 120 title footnote.

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.