Psalms 123

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

Canticum graduum. [Ad te levavi oculos meos, qui habitas in cælis.

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.

Ecce sicut oculi servorum in manibus dominorum suorum; sicut oculi ancillæ in manibus dominæ suæ: ita oculi nostri ad Dominum Deum nostrum, donec misereatur nostri.

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

Miserere nostri, Domine, miserere nostri, quia multum repleti sumus despectione;

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

quia multum repleta est anima nostra opprobrium abundantibus, et despectio superbis.]