Psalms 123

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

“A song of the degrees.” Unto thee do I lift up my eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

2 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.

Behold, as the eyes of servants are directed unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress: thus are our eyes directed unto the Lord our God, until he be gracious unto us.

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

Be gracious unto us, O Lord! be gracious unto us; for we are overburdened with contempt.

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

Our soul is overburdened with the scorn of those who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud oppressors.