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 caelo

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 ancillae in manibus dominae eius 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 obprobrium abundantibus et despectio superbis