Psalms 123

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

Yahweh, I look up toward you, up to heaven, from where you rule.

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.

Like servants ask [IDM] their masters [for what they need] and like maids ask t their mistresses [for what they need], we ask you, Yahweh our God, [for what we need], and we ask you to be merciful to us.

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

Yahweh, be very merciful [DOU] to us because [our enemies] have acted very contemptuously toward us.

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

Rich people have made fun of us for a long time, and proud [people] who have (oppressed/acted cruelly toward) us have acted toward us as though we were worthless.