Psalms 123
1. <<A Song of degrees.>> Unto thee lift I up * mine eyes, O thou that dwellest * in the heavens.
2. 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. Have mercy * upon us, O LORD, have mercy * upon us: for we are exceedingly filled * with contempt.
4. Our soul is exceedingly filled * with the scorning of those that are at ease,and with the contempt of the proud * .
