(123) A Song of Degrees.
1 To you who dwell in heaven have I lifted up mine eyes.
2 Behold, as the eyes of servants are directed to the hands of their masters, and as the eyes of a maidservant to the hands of her mistress; so our eyes are directed to the Lord our God, until he have mercy upon us.
3 Have pity upon us, O Lord, have pity upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
4 Yes, our soul has been exceedingly filled with it: * Or, we are the reproach of them that are at ease. let the reproach be to them that are at ease, and contempt to the proud.
*122:4 Or, we are the reproach of them that are at ease.