Psalms 123

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

A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. I look up to you, the one who rules from heaven.

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.

Just as servants look to their master, or a maid looks to her mistress, so we keep our eyes on you, Lord our God, waiting for you to be merciful to us.

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

Please have mercy on us, Lord, have mercy. We've had enough of people's contempt.

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

We've had more than enough of the scorn of the proud, and the contempt of the arrogant.