Psalms Chapter 123

1	A Song of degrees. To thee I raise my eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.
2	Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden to the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait upon the LORD our God, until he shall have mercy upon us.
3	Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us; for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
4	Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.