| 1 | To you I do lift up my eyes, You who sit in the heavens. |
| 2 | Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master, As the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress; So our eyes look to Yahweh, our God, Until he has mercy on us. |
| 3 | Have mercy on us, Yahweh, have mercy on us, For we have endured much contempt. |
| 4 | Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scoffing of those who are at ease, With the contempt of the proud. Psalm 124 A Song of Ascents. By David. |