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

¹Pieseň na cestu hore do Jeruzalema. K tebe pozdvihujem svoje oči, ó, ty, ktorý tróniš na nebesiach!

²Behold, 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.

²Hľa, jako oči sluhov na ruku ich pánov, ako oči dievky na ruku jej panej, tak hľadia naše oči na Hospodina, našeho Boha, dokiaľ sa nezmiluje nad nami.

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

³Zmiluj sa nad nami, Hospodine, zmiluj sa nad nami, lebo sme sa hojne nasýtili opovrženia.

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

⁴Naša duša sa hojne nasýtila posmechu bezstarostných a opovrženia pyšných.