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.
1 Ὠιδὴ τῶν ἀναβαθμῶν.
Εἰ μὴ ὅτι κύριος ἦν ἐν ἡμῖν,
εἰπάτω δὴ Ισραηλ,
2 εἰ μὴ ὅτι κύριος ἦν ἐν ἡμῖν
ἐν τῷ ἐπαναστῆναι ἀνθρώπους ἐφ᾽ ἡμᾶς,
3 ἄρα ζῶντας ἂν κατέπιον ἡμᾶς
ἐν τῷ ὀργισθῆναι τὸν θυμὸν αὐτῶν ἐφ᾽ ἡμᾶς·
4 ἄρα τὸ ὕδωρ κατεπόντισεν ἡμᾶς,
χείμαρρον διῆλθεν ἡ ψυχὴ ἡμῶν·
5 ἄρα διῆλθεν ἡ ψυχὴ ἡμῶν
τὸ ὕδωρ τὸ ἀνυπόστατον.
6 εὐλογητὸς κύριος, ὃς οὐκ ἔδωκεν ἡμᾶς
εἰς θήραν τοῖς ὀδοῦσιν αὐτῶν.
7 ἡ ψυχὴ ἡμῶν ὡς στρουθίον ἐρρύσθη
ἐκ τῆς παγίδος τῶν θηρευόντων·
ἡ παγὶς συνετρίβη, καὶ ἡμεῖς ἐρρύσθημεν.
8 ἡ βοήθεια ἡμῶν ἐν ὀνόματι κυρίου
τοῦ ποιήσαντος τὸν οὐρανὸν καὶ τὴν γῆν.