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 the Ascents. Unto Thee I have lifted up mine eyes, O dweller 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 eyes of men-servants [Are] unto the hand of their masters, As eyes of a maid-servant [Are] unto the hand of her mistress, So [are] our eyes unto Jehovah our God, Till that He doth favour us.

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

Favour us, O Jehovah, favour us, For greatly have we been filled with contempt,

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

Greatly hath our soul been filled With the scorning of the easy ones, With the contempt of the arrogant!