Psalms 123

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

A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. I look up to you, the one who rules from heaven.

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.

Just as servants look to their master, or a maid looks to her mistress, so we keep our eyes on you, Lord our God, waiting for you to be merciful to us.

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

Please have mercy on us, Lord, have mercy. We've had enough of people's contempt.

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

We've had more than enough of the scorn of the proud, and the contempt of the arrogant.