¹{A Song of degrees.} Unto thee do I lift 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, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress, so our eyes [are directed] to Jehovah our God, until he be gracious unto 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.

³Be gracious unto us, O Jehovah, be gracious unto 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, with the contempt of the proud.

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