Psalms 123

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

שִׁיר הַֽמַּעֲלוֹת אֵלֶיךָ נָשָׂאתִי אֶת־עֵינַי הַיֹּשְׁבִי בַּשָּׁמָֽיִם׃

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.

הִנֵּה כְעֵינֵי עֲבָדִים אֶל־יַד אֲֽדוֹנֵיהֶם כְּעֵינֵי שִׁפְחָה אֶל־יַד גְּבִרְתָּהּ כֵּן עֵינֵינוּ אֶל־יְהֹוָה אֱלֹהֵינוּ עַד שֶׁיְּחׇנֵּֽנוּ׃

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

חׇנֵּנוּ יְהֹוָה חׇנֵּנוּ כִּי־רַב שָׂבַעְנוּ בֽוּז׃

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

רַבַּת שָֽׂבְעָה־לָּהּ נַפְשֵׁנוּ הַלַּעַג הַשַּֽׁאֲנַנִּים הַבּוּז (לגאיונים) [לִגְאֵי יוֹנִֽים]׃