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, have I lifted up mine eyes, O thou who art enthroned 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.

Lo! as the eyes of men-servants are unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maid-servant, unto the hand of her mistress, so, are our eyes, unto Yahweh our God, until that he show us favour.

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

Show us favour, O Yahweh, show us favour, for, exceedingly, are we sated with contempt:

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

Exceeding sated therewith, is our soul, —The scorn of the careless, The contempt of the proud.