Psalms 123

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

A Song of Ascents. Unto thee, have I lifted up mine eyes, O thou who art enthroned 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.

Lo! as the eyes of men-servants are unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maid-servant, unto the hand of her mistress, so, are our eyes, unto Yahweh our God, until that he show us favour.

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

Show us favour, O Yahweh, show us favour, for, exceedingly, are we sated with contempt:

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

Exceeding sated therewith, is our soul, —The scorn of the careless, The contempt of the proud.