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.
De ti dependemos
SALMO 123 (122)
(1a) Cántico para las peregrinaciones.
1-2 1-2 (1b-2) Dios, rey de los cielos,
de ti dependemos,
como dependen los esclavos
de la compasión de sus amos.
Dios nuestro,
de ti dependemos y esperamos
que nos tengas compasión.
3-4 ¡Compadécete de nosotros!
¡Ya estamos cansados
de que esos ricos orgullosos
nos ofendan y nos desprecien!