Our Eyes Look to the Lord Our God

A Song of (A)Ascents.

123 To you I (B)lift up my eyes,
    O you who are (C)enthroned in the heavens!
Behold, as the eyes of servants
    look to the hand of their master,
as the eyes of a maidservant
    to the hand of her mistress,
so our eyes look to the Lord our God,
    till he has mercy upon us.

(D)Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy upon us,
    for we have had more than enough of (E)contempt.
Our soul has had more than enough
    of (F)the scorn of (G)those who are at ease,
    of the contempt of (H)the proud.

Psalm 123

A song for those journeying to worship.

I raise my eyes to fix my gaze on You,
    for Your throne resides in the heavens.
Just as the eyes of servants
    closely watch the hand of their masters,
Just as a maid carefully observes
    the slightest gesture of her mistress,
In the same way we look to You, Eternal One,
    waiting for our God to pour out His mercy upon us.

O Eternal One, show us Your mercy. We beg You.
    We are not strangers to contempt and pain.
We have suffered more than our share
    of ridicule and contempt from self-appointed critics who live easy lives
    and pompously display their own importance.

Our Help Is in the Name of the Lord

A Song of (A)Ascents. Of David.

124 (B)If it had not been the Lord who was on our side—
    (C)let Israel now say—
if it had not been the Lord who was on our side
    when people rose up against us,
then they would have (D)swallowed us up alive,
    when their anger was kindled against us;
then (E)the flood would have (F)swept us away,
    the torrent would have gone (G)over us;
then over us would have gone
    the raging waters.

Blessed be the Lord,
    who has not given us
    as prey to their teeth!
We have escaped like a bird
    from (H)the snare of the fowlers;
the snare is broken,
    and we have escaped!

(I)Our help is in the name of the Lord,
    who made heaven and earth.

Psalm 124

A song of David for those journeying to worship.

If the Eternal had not been with us—
    sing, Israel, sing—
If He had not been with us
    when the villains came for us,
When their anger flamed around us,
    they would have swallowed us up alive!
Their hatred was like a flood:
the waters were rising and would have engulfed us;
    the streams were rushing past and would have overcome us.
The furious waters would have broken over us.
    Battered and overwhelmed, we surely would have drowned!

Blessed be the Eternal
    who did not leave us
    to be torn by their fangs!
Our souls cry out: “We escaped with our lives like a bird
    from the fowler’s snare!
The snare was broken,
    and we escaped with our lives!”

Our help has come in the name of the Eternal,
    the Maker of heaven and earth!