To You I lift up my eyes, O You who are enthroned in the heavens!
I will lift up my eyes to the mountains; From where shall my help come?
For my eyes are toward You, O GOD, the Lord; In You I take refuge; do not leave me defenseless.
He who sits in the heavens laughs, The Lord scoffs at them.
The LORD is in His holy temple; the LORD'S throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, His eyelids test the sons of men.
My eyes are continually toward the LORD, For He will pluck my feet out of the net.
In my trouble I cried to the LORD, And He answered me.
Who is like the LORD our God, Who is enthroned on high,
But our God is in the heavens; He does whatever He pleases.
I was glad when they said to me, "Let us go to the house of the LORD."
"Had it not been the LORD who was on our side," Let Israel now say,
Those who trust in the LORD Are as Mount Zion, which cannot be moved but abides forever.
When the LORD brought back the captive ones of Zion, We were like those who dream.
Unless the LORD builds the house, They labor in vain who build it; Unless the LORD guards the city, The watchman keeps awake in vain.
How blessed is everyone who fears the LORD, Who walks in His ways.
"Many times they have persecuted me from my youth up," Let Israel now say,
Out of the depths I have cried to You, O LORD.
O LORD, my heart is not proud, nor my eyes haughty; Nor do I involve myself in great matters, Or in things too difficult for me.
Remember, O LORD, on David's behalf, All his affliction;
Behold, how good and how pleasant it is For brothers to dwell together in unity!
Behold, bless the LORD, all servants of the LORD, Who serve by night in the house of the LORD!
For thus says the high and exalted One Who lives forever, whose name is Holy, "I dwell on a high and holy place, And also with the contrite and lowly of spirit In order to revive the spirit of the lowly And to revive the heart of the contrite.
Thus says the LORD, "Heaven is My throne and the earth is My footstool Where then is a house you could build for Me? And where is a place that I may rest?
"Pray, then, in this way: 'Our Father who is in heaven, Hallowed be Your name.
"But the tax collector, standing some distance away, was even unwilling to lift up his eyes to heaven, but was beating his breast, saying, 'God, be merciful to me, the sinner!'