Psalms 123

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

A Song of Ascents. Unto Thee I lift up mine eyes, O Thou that art enthroned in the heavens.

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 servants unto the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes look unto the LORD our God, until He be gracious unto us.

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

Be gracious unto us, O LORD, be gracious unto us; for we are full sated with contempt.

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

Our soul is full sated with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud oppressors.