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123 Til þín hef ég augu mín, þú sem situr á himnum.

Eins og augu þjónanna mæna á hönd húsbónda síns, eins og augu ambáttarinnar mæna á hönd húsmóður sinnar, svo mæna augu vor á Drottin, Guð vorn, uns hann líknar oss.

Líkna oss, Drottinn, líkna oss, því að vér höfum fengið meira en nóg af spotti.

Sál vor hefir fengið meira en nóg af háði hrokafullra, af spotti dramblátra.

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.