Psalms 123

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

A Song of Degrees. Unto thee who dwellest in heaven have I lifted up mine eyes.

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 [are directed] to the hands of their masters, [and] as the eyes of a maidservant to the hands of her mistress; so our eyes [are directed] to the Lord our God, until he have mercy upon us.

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

Have pity upon us, O Lord, have pity 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!

[Yea], our soul has been exceedingly filled [with it]: [let] the reproach [be] to them that are at ease, and contempt to the proud.