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Psalm 123

A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem.

I lift my eyes to you,
    O God, enthroned in heaven.
We keep looking to the Lord our God for his mercy,
    just as servants keep their eyes on their master,
    as a slave girl watches her mistress for the slightest signal.
Have mercy on us, Lord, have mercy,
    for we have had our fill of contempt.
We have had more than our fill of the scoffing of the proud
    and the contempt of the arrogant.

A song to sing as we climb.

Servants of the Lord

123 I look up to you, God,
    as you rule from your throne in heaven.
Yes, our eyes look up to the Lord our God.
We want him to be kind to us, so we wait for his help.
    We wait like servants who want help from their master.
Please be kind to us, Lord. Please forgive us.
People have insulted us more and more!
    We have had too much!
Proud people laugh at us,
    and they do not respect us.
Please stop them!

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.