Psalm 122

1A Song of Degrees.

Unto thee who dwellest in heaven

Have I lifted up mine eyes.

2Behold, as the eyes of servants are directed to the hands of their masters,

And as the eyes of a maidservant to the hands of her mistress;

So our eyes are directed to the Lord our God,

Until he have mercy upon us.

3Have pity upon us, O Lord, have pity upon us:

For we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

4Yea, our soul has been exceedingly filled with it:

Let the reproach be to them that are at ease,

And contempt to the proud.