Psalms 123

1 A Song of degrees. To thee I lift up my eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

Canticum graduum. Ad te levavi oculos meos, qui habitas in cælis.

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 upon the LORD our God, until he shall have mercy upon us.

Ecce sicut oculi servorum in manibus dominorum suorum; sicut oculi ancillæ in manibus dominæ suæ: ita oculi nostri ad Dominum Deum nostrum, donec misereatur nostri.

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

Miserere nostri, Domine, miserere nostri, quia multum repleti sumus despectione;

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

quia multum repleta est anima nostra opprobrium abundantibus, et despectio superbis.