A Song of Ascents.
123 Unto thee have I lifted up mine eyes, O thou who art enthroned in the heavens.
2 Lo! as the eyes of men-servants are unto the hand of their masters, As the eyes of a maid-servant unto the hand of her mistress So are our eyes unto Yahweh our God, Until that he shew us favour.
3 Shew us favour, O Yahweh, shew us favour, For exceedingly are we sated with contempt:
4 Exceeding sated therewith is our soul,—The scorn of the careless, The contempt of the proud.