Psalms 123

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

To you I do lift up my eyes, you who sit 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 the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress; so our eyes look to Adonai, our God, until he has mercy on us.

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

Have mercy on us, Adonai, have mercy on us, for we have endured much 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 is exceedingly filled with the scoffing of those who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.