1 A Song of degrees. To You I lift up my eyes, O Dweller in Heaven. 2 Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their masters; as the eyes of a maiden to the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait on Jehovah our God, until He shall have mercy on us.
3 Have mercy on us, O Jehovah, have mercy on us; for we are exceedingly filled with scorn. 4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the contempt of those who are at ease, with the scorn of the proud.