Библия - Псалтирь - псалом 122 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Song of ascent. I will guess my eyes, living in heaven!

Here is how the eyes of the slaves are turned into the hands of their gentlemen, like the eyes of slaves on her hand, so our eyes to the Lord, our God, until he has mercy on us.

Have mercy on us, Lord, have mercy on us, for we are quite saturated with contempt;

Our soul is quite saturated with reproach from arrogant and humiliation from proud.