Psalms 123

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

“A song of the degrees.” Unto thee do I lift up my eyes, O thou that dwellest 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 are directed unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress: thus are our eyes directed unto the Lord our God, until he be gracious unto us.

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

Be gracious unto us, O Lord! be gracious unto us; for we are overburdened 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 is overburdened with the scorn of those who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud oppressors.