| 1 | Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that sittest in the heavens. |
| 2 | Behold, as the eyes of servants [look] unto the hand of their master, As the eyes of a maid unto the hand of her mistress; So our eyes [look] unto Jehovah our God, Until he have mercy upon us. |
| 3 | Have mercy upon us, O Jehovah, have mercy upon us; For we are exceedingly filled with contempt. |
| 4 | Our soul is exceedingly filled With the scoffing of those that are at ease, And with the contempt of the proud. Psalm 124 A Song of Ascents; of David. |