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, have I lifted up mine eyes, O thou who 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.

Lo! as the eyes of men-servants are unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maid-servant, unto the hand of her mistress, so, are our eyes, unto Yahweh our God, until that he show us favour.

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

Show us favour, O Yahweh, show us favour, for, exceedingly, are we sated with contempt:

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

Exceeding sated therewith, is our soul, —The scorn of the careless, The contempt of the proud.