Psalms 123

1 A Song of degrees. Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

A Song of the going up. To you my eyes are lifted up, even to you whose seat is 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.

See! as the eyes of servants are turned to the hands of their masters, and the eyes of a servant-girl to her owner, so our eyes are waiting for the Lord our God, till he has mercy on us.

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

Have mercy on us, O Lord, have mercy on us: for all men are looking down on us.

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

For long enough have men of pride made sport of our soul.