Psalms 123

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

A song of ascents. I Lift up my eyes to you, who are throned 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.

As the eyes of a servant turn to the hand of his master, or the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, so do our eyes turn to the Lord our God, until he is gracious to us.

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

Be gracious, be gracious to us, Lord. Scorn enough, and more, have we borne

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

More than enough have we borne of derision from those at their ease, of scorn from those who are haughty.