Psalms 123

1 To thee have I lifted up my eyes, who dwellest in heaven.

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

2 Behold as the eyes of the servants are on the hands of their masters, As the eyes of the handmaid are on the hands of her mistress: so are our eyes unto the Lord our God, until he have mercy on us.

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.

3 Have mercy on us, O Lord, have mercy on us: for we are greatly filled with contempt.

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

4 For our soul is greatly filled: we are a reproach to the rich, and contempt to the proud.

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