Psalms 123

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

[the] song of The ascents to you I have lifted up eyes my the [one who] sits 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.

Here! like [the] eyes of slaves [which are] to [the] hand of master their like [the] eyes of a female slave [which are] to [the] hand of mistress her so eyes our [are] to Yahweh God our until that he will show favor to us.

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

Show favor to us O Yahweh show favor to us for much we have been surfeited contempt.

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

Much it has been surfeited itself self our the mockery of self-confident [people] the contempt (of arrogant opressors. *Q(K)*)