Psalms 123

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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