¹To you I do lift up my eyes, you who sit 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 to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress; so our eyes look to Yahweh, our God, until he has mercy on 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 on us, Yahweh, have mercy on us, for we have endured much contempt.

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

⁴Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scoffing of those who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.

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