Psalms 123

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

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

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 are our eyes unto the Lord our God, until he have 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 we are greatly filled with contempt.

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

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