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.] To you I do lift up my eyes, you who sit 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.

Look, 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 Jehovah, our God, until he has mercy on us.

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

Have mercy on us, Jehovah, have mercy on us, for we have endured much 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 who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.