Psalms 123

1 To you lift I up my eyes, O you that dwell in the heavens.

A Song of the going up. To you my eyes are lifted up, even to you whose seat is in the heavens.

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden to the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait on the LORD our God, until that he have mercy on us.

See! as the eyes of servants are turned to the hands of their masters, and the eyes of a servant-girl to her owner, so our eyes are waiting for the Lord our God, till he has mercy on us.

3 Have mercy on us, O LORD, have mercy on us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

Have mercy on us, O Lord, have mercy on us: for all men are looking down on us.

4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.

For long enough have men of pride made sport of our soul.