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 the Ascents. Unto Thee I have lifted up mine eyes, O dweller 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.

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

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

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

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