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. I lift up my eyes to you, you who sit 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 look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes look to Yahweh, our God, until he has 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, Yahweh, have mercy on us, for we have endured much 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 exceedingly filled with the scoffing of those who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.