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. To you I lift up my eyes, you who are 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.

See, as the eyes of servants look to their master's hand, as the eyes of a maid look to her mistress's hand, so our eyes look to Yahweh our God until 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, Yahweh, have mercy on us, for we are filled with humiliation.

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

We are more than full of the scoffing of the insolent and with the contempt of the proud.