Psalms 123

1 UNTO thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

“A song of the degrees.” Unto thee do I lift up my eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

2 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.

Behold, as the eyes of servants are directed unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress: thus are our eyes directed unto the Lord our God, until he be gracious unto us.

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

Be gracious unto us, O Lord! be gracious unto us; for we are overburdened with contempt.

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

Our soul is overburdened with the scorn of those who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud oppressors.