1 I lift up my eyes to you, to you who sit enthroned in heaven.2 As the eyes of slaves look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a female slave look to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes look to the LORD our God, till he shows us his mercy.3 Have mercy on us, LORD, have mercy on us, for we have endured no end of contempt.4 We have endured no end of ridicule from the arrogant, of contempt from the proud.

1 To you lift I up my eyes, O you that dwell in the heavens.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 on the LORD our God, until that he have mercy on us.3 Have mercy on us, O LORD, have mercy on 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.