Psalms 123

1 A Song of degrees. To thee I lift up my eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. I have lifted up my eyes to You, O dweller in the heavens.

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden to the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait upon the LORD our God, until he shall have mercy upon us.

Behold, as eyes of menservants [Are] to the hand of their masters, As eyes of a maidservant [Are] to the hand of her mistress, So [are] our eyes to our God YHWH, Until He favors us.

3 Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

Favor us, O YHWH, favor us, For we have been greatly filled with contempt,

4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.

Our soul has been greatly filled With the scorning of the easy ones, With the contempt of the arrogant!