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 Ascents. Unto Thee I have lifted up mine eyes, O dweller 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 eyes of men-servants [Are] unto the hand of their masters, As eyes of a maid-servant [Are] unto the hand of her mistress, So [are] our eyes unto Jehovah our God, Till that He doth favour us.

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

Favour us, O Jehovah, favour us, For greatly have we been filled with contempt,

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

Greatly hath our soul been filled With the scorning of the easy ones, With the contempt of the arrogant!