Psalms 123

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. I look up to you, the one who rules from heaven.

A Song of the going up. To you my eyes are lifted up, even to you whose seat is in the heavens.

2 Just as servants look to their master, or a maid looks to her mistress, so we keep our eyes on you, Lord our God, waiting for you to be merciful to us.

See! as the eyes of servants are turned to the hands of their masters, and the eyes of a servant-girl to her owner, so our eyes are waiting for the Lord our God, till he has mercy on us.

3 Please have mercy on us, Lord, have mercy. We've had enough of people's contempt.

Have mercy on us, O Lord, have mercy on us: for all men are looking down on us.

4 We've had more than enough of the scorn of the proud, and the contempt of the arrogant.

For long enough have men of pride made sport of our soul.