Psalms 123

1 A Song of Ascents. Unto thee, have I lifted up mine eyes, O thou who art enthroned in the heavens.

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

2 Lo! as the eyes of men-servants are unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maid-servant, unto the hand of her mistress, so, are our eyes, unto Yahweh our God, until that he show us favour.

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 Show us favour, O Yahweh, show us favour, for, exceedingly, are we sated with contempt:

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

4 Exceeding sated therewith, is our soul, —The scorn of the careless, The contempt of the proud.

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