Psalms 123

1Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that sittest in the heavens.

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

1 To you my eyes are lifted up, even to you whose seat is in the heavens.

1 Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

2Behold, as the eyes of servantslook unto the hand of their master, As the eyes of a maid unto the hand of her mistress; So our eyeslook unto Jehovah our God, Until he have mercy upon us.

2Lo, as eyes of men-servants <FI>Are<Fi> unto the hand of their masters, As eyes of a maid-servant <FI>Are<Fi> unto the hand of her mistress, So <FI>are<Fi> our eyes unto Jehovah our God, Till that He doth favour us.

2See! 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.

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants [look] unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress, so our eyes [are directed] to Jehovah ourGod, until he be gracious unto us.

3Have mercy upon us, O Jehovah, have mercy upon us; For we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

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

3Have mercy on us, O Lord, have mercy on us: for all men are looking down on us.

3 Be gracious unto us, O Jehovah, be gracious unto us; for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

4Our soul is exceedingly filled With the scoffing of those that are at ease, And with the contempt of the proud.

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

4For long enough have men of pride made sport of our soul.

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