Psalms 123

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

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

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.

Ecce sicut oculi servorum, in manibus dominorum suorum, Sicut oculi ancillae in manibus dominae suae: ita oculi nostri ad Dominum Deum nostrum donec misereatur nostri.

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

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

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

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