Psalm 123

Psalm CXXIII.

A Song of degrees.

Unto thee ^alift I up mine eyes,

O thou that ^bdwellest in the heavens.

²Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their masters,

And as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress;

So our eyes wait upon the Lord our God,

Until that he have mercy upon us.

^3cHave mercy upon us, O Lord, ^chave mercy upon us:

For we are ^dexceedingly filled with ^econtempt.

⁴Our soul is exceedingly filled

With the ^fscorning of ^gthose that are at ease,

And with the ^econtempt of the proud.