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A song for going up to the Temple.

123 Lord, I look up and pray to you.
    You sit as King in heaven.
A slave looks to his master to provide what he needs,
    and a servant girl depends on the woman she serves.
So we depend on the Lord our God,
    waiting for him to have mercy on us.
Lord, be merciful to us,
    because we have been insulted much too long.
We have had enough of the hateful words of those proud people
    who make fun of us and show us no respect.

Psalm 123

A song of ascents.

I lift up my eyes to you,
    to you who sit enthroned(A) in heaven.
As the eyes of slaves look to the hand of their master,
    as the eyes of a female slave look to the hand of her mistress,
so our eyes look to the Lord(B) our God,
    till he shows us his mercy.

Have mercy on us, Lord, have mercy on us,
    for we have endured no end of contempt.
We have endured no end
    of ridicule from the arrogant,
    of contempt from the proud.

123 Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

Behold, 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.

Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.