Psalms 123

1 A Song of degrees. Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

To thee have I lifted up my eyes, who dwellest in heaven.

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants [look] unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress, so our eyes [are directed] to Jehovah our God, until he be gracious unto us.

Behold as the eyes of the servants are on the hands of their masters, As the eyes of the handmaid are on the hands of her mistress: so are our eyes unto the Lord our God, until he have mercy on us.

3 Be gracious unto us, O Jehovah, be gracious unto us; for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

Have mercy on us, O Lord, have mercy on us: for we are greatly filled with contempt.

4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.

For our soul is greatly filled: we are a reproach to the rich, and contempt to the proud.