Psalms 123

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

Unto you lift I up mine eyes, O you that dwell 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 servants look unto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait upon the LORD our God, until that he have mercy upon us.

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

Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

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

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