Psalms 123

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

Canticum graduum. Ad te levavi oculos meos, qui habitas in cælis.

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.

Ecce sicut oculi servorum, in manibus dominorum suorum, Sicut oculi ancillæ in manibus dominæ suæ: ita oculi nostri ad Dominum Deum nostrum donec misereatur nostri.

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

Miserere nostri Domine, miserere nostri: quia multum repleti sumus despectione:

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

Quia multum repleta est anima nostra: opprobrium abundantibus, et despectio superbis.