Psalms 123

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

A Song of Degrees. Unto thee who dwellest in heaven have I lifted up mine eyes.

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 [are directed] to the hands of their masters, [and] as the eyes of a maidservant to the hands of her mistress; so our eyes [are directed] to the Lord our God, until he have mercy upon us.

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

Have pity upon us, O Lord, have pity 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.

[Yea], our soul has been exceedingly filled [with it]: [let] the reproach [be] to them that are at ease, and contempt to the proud.