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 ASCENTS. I have lifted up my eyes to You, O dweller 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 eyes of menservants [Are] to the hand of their masters, As eyes of a maidservant [Are] to the hand of her mistress, So [are] our eyes to our God YHWH, Until He favors us.

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

Favor us, O YHWH, favor us, For we have been greatly filled with contempt,

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

Our soul has been greatly filled With the scorning of the easy ones, With the contempt of the arrogant!