Psalms 123

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

A Song of degrees. Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest 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.

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

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

Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with 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 scorning of those that are at ease, [and] with the contempt of the proud.