Psalms 123

1 A Song of the Ascents. Unto Thee I have lifted up mine eyes, O dweller in the heavens.

A Song of Ascents. Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that sittest in the heavens.

2 Lo, as eyes of men-servants [Are] unto the hand of their masters, As eyes of a maid-servant [Are] unto the hand of her mistress, So [are] our eyes unto Jehovah our God, Till that He doth favour us.

Behold, as the eyes of servants [look] unto the hand of their master, As the eyes of a maid unto the hand of her mistress; So our eyes [look] unto Jehovah our God, Until he have mercy upon us.

3 Favour us, O Jehovah, favour us, For greatly have we been filled with contempt,

Have mercy upon us, O Jehovah, have mercy upon us; For we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

4 Greatly hath our soul been filled With the scorning of the easy ones, With the contempt of the arrogant!

Our soul is exceedingly filled With the scoffing of those that are at ease, And with the contempt of the proud.