A Song of Ascents. Unto you I lift up my eyes, O You who are enthroned in the heavens!
Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master, And as the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, So our eyes look to the LORD our God, Until He is gracious and favorable toward us.
Be gracious to us, O LORD, be gracious and favorable toward us, For we are greatly filled with contempt.
Our soul is greatly filled With the scoffing of those who are at ease, And with the contempt of the proud [who disregard God's law].