⁶ "Ne balite!" - bale oni - "Tako se ne bali! Sramota na nas neće pasti!

⁸ Jao vama koji kuću kući primičete i polje s poljem sastavljate, dok sve mjesto ne zauzmete te postanete jedini u zemlji.

¹ To you I do lift up my eyes, you who sit in the heavens.

² 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.

³ Have mercy on us, Yahweh, have mercy on us, for we have endured much contempt.

⁴ Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scoffing of those who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud. A Song of Ascents. By David.