Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens. Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress, so our eyes are directed to Jehovah our God, until he be gracious unto us. Be gracious unto us, O Jehovah, be gracious unto us; for we are exceedingly filled with contempt. Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.

Psalm 124

A Song of degrees. Of David.

If it had not been Jehovah who was for us—oh let Israel say— If it had not been Jehovah who was for us, when men rose up against us, Then they had swallowed us up alive, when their anger was kindled against us; Then the waters had overwhelmed us, a torrent had gone over our soul; Then the proud waters had gone over our soul.

⁶Blessed be Jehovah, who gave us not up a prey to their teeth! ⁷Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we have escaped. ⁸Our help is in the name of Jehovah, the maker of heavens and earth.

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