Dee 123 Psalm

En leet fonn nehejcht gone.

Ekj woa miene Uage nehejcht häwe, O Du dee du enn dee Himmels wonst.

See, soo aus dee Deena äare Uage opp äa Meista äare Henj kjikje; soo aus dee Deenstmäakjes opp äare Meiste äare Henj; so luare onnse Uage opp däm Herr Gott onns Gott bott Hee onns Gonnst wiese woat.

Wies onns Gonnst, O Herr Gott; wies onns Gonnst, dan wie sent seeha jefelt met Feachtung.

Onnse Seel es seeha foll fa sikj selfst met dee Feachtung fonn soone dee Ful sent, met dee Feachtung fonn dee Stollte.

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.