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, 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 the LORD, 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, LORD, 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.