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Oración pidiendo ayuda del Señor

Cántico de ascenso gradual[a].

123 A ti levanto mis ojos(A),
¡oh tú que reinas[b] en los cielos(B)!
He aquí, como los ojos de los siervos miran a la mano de su señor(C),
como los ojos de la sierva a la mano de su señora,
así nuestros ojos miran al Señor nuestro Dios(D)
hasta que se apiade de nosotros.

Ten piedad de nosotros, oh Señor, ten piedad de nosotros(E),
porque muy hartos estamos de desprecio(F).
Harta en extremo está nuestra alma
del escarnio(G) de los que están en holgura(H),
y del desprecio de los soberbios(I).

Footnotes

  1. Salmos 123:1 Véase la nota al subtítulo del Salmo 120
  2. Salmos 123:1 Lit., que estás sentado o habitas

Prayer for Relief from Contempt

A Song of Ascents.

123 Unto You (A)I lift up my eyes,
O You (B)who dwell in the heavens.
Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their masters,
As the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress,
(C)So our eyes look to the Lord our God,
Until He has mercy on us.

Have mercy on us, O Lord, have mercy on us!
For we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
Our soul is exceedingly filled
With the scorn of those who are at ease,
With the contempt of the proud.

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.

A Song of Ascents.

123 I lift up my eyes to you,
    you who sit in the heavens.
Behold, 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.
Have mercy on us, Yahweh, have mercy on us,
    for we have endured much contempt.
Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scoffing of those who are at ease,
    with the contempt of the proud.