Psalms 123

1 A Song of Degrees. To you who dwell in heaven have I lifted up mine eyes.

Canticum graduum. Ad te levavi oculos meos, qui habitas in cælis.

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants [are directed] to the hands of their masters, [and] as the eyes of a maidservant to the hands of her mistress; so our eyes [are directed] to the Lord our God, until he have mercy upon us.

Ecce sicut oculi servorum in manibus dominorum suorum; sicut oculi ancillæ in manibus dominæ suæ: ita oculi nostri ad Dominum Deum nostrum, donec misereatur nostri.

3 Have pity upon us, O Lord, have pity upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

Miserere nostri, Domine, miserere nostri, quia multum repleti sumus despectione;

4 [Yes], our soul has been exceedingly filled [with it]: [let] the reproach [be] to them that are at ease, and contempt to the proud.

quia multum repleta est anima nostra opprobrium abundantibus, et despectio superbis.