Chapter 123

A Song of the Ascents. Unto Thee I have lifted up mine eyes, O dweller in the heavens.

Lo, as eyes of men-servants Are unto the hand of their masters, As eyes of a maid-servant Are unto the hand of her mistress, So are our eyes unto Yehovah our God, Till that He doth favour us.

Favour us, O Yehovah, favour us, For greatly have we been filled with contempt,

Greatly hath our soul been filled With the scorning of the easy ones, With the contempt of the arrogant!