Psalms 123

A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem.

1 I lift my eyes to you,

O God, enthroned in heaven.

2 We keep looking to the Lord our God for his mercy,

just as servants keep their eyes on their master,

as a slave girl watches her mistress for the slightest signal.

3 Have mercy on us, Lord, have mercy,

for we have had our fill of contempt.

4 We have had more than our fill of the scoffing of the proud

and the contempt of the arrogant.