PSALM 123

¹A song of ascents.

    To You I lift up my eyes,

          O dweller in the heavens.

    ²Look, like the eyes of slaves to their masters,

          like the eyes of a slavegirl to her mistress,

    so are our eyes to the LORD our God

          until He grants us grace.

    ³Grant us grace, LORD, grant us grace.

          for we are sorely sated with scorn.

    ⁴Sorely has our being been sated

          with the contempt of the smug,

              the scorn of the haughty.