Psalms 123

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

A Canticle in steps. I have lifted up my eyes to you, who dwells 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.

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 our eyes are upon the Lord our God, until he may be merciful to 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 we have been filled with utter disdain.

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

For our soul has been greatly filled. We are the disgrace of those who have abundance and the disdain of the arrogant.