1 Ó Senhor Deus, levanto os olhos a ti,

que tens o trono no céu.

2 Como o escravo depende do seu dono

e como as escravas dependem

das suas donas,

assim olhamos para ti, ó Senhor,

nosso Deus,

esperando que tenhas compaixão de nós.

3 Tem compaixão de nós, ó Senhor!

Tem compaixão, pois somos tratados

com muito desprezo.

4 Somos sempre desprezados pelos ricos,

e os orgulhosos zombam de nós.

1 A Song of degrees. To thee I raise my eyes, O thou that dwellest 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 upon the LORD our God, until he shall 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.