Psalms 123

1 A song of ascents. I Lift up my eyes to you, who are throned in the heavens.

A Song of the Ascents. Unto Thee I have lifted up mine eyes, O dweller in the heavens.

2 As the eyes of a servant turn to the hand of his master, or the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, so do our eyes turn to the Lord our God, until he is gracious to 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, be gracious to us, Lord. Scorn enough, and more, have we borne

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

4 More than enough have we borne of derision from those at their ease, of scorn from those who are haughty.

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