Psalms 123

1 “A song of the degrees.” Unto thee do I lift up my eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

To thee do I lift up my eyes, O thou who sit in the heavens.

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants are directed unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress: thus are our eyes directed unto the Lord our God, until he be gracious unto us.

Behold, as the eyes of servants to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes are to Jehovah our God, until he has mercy upon us.

3 Be gracious unto us, O Lord! be gracious unto us; for we are overburdened with contempt.

Have mercy upon us, O Jehovah, have mercy upon us, for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

4 Our soul is overburdened with the scorn of those who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud oppressors.

Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scoffing of those who are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.