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 Degrees. To you who dwell in heaven have I lifted up mine eyes.

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 [are directed] to the hands of their masters, [and] as the eyes of a maidservant to the hands of her mistress; so our eyes [are directed] to the Lord our God, until he have mercy upon us.

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

Have pity upon us, O Lord, have pity 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.

[Yes], our soul has been exceedingly filled [with it]: [let] the reproach [be] to them that are at ease, and contempt to the proud.