^{1 Ref} A Song of the Ascents. Unto Thee I have lifted up mine eyes, O dweller in the heavens.

^{2 Ref} 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 Jehovah our God, Till that He doth favour us.

^{3 Ref} Favour us, O Jehovah, favour us, For greatly have we been filled with contempt,

^{4 Ref} Greatly hath our soul been filled With the scorning of the easy ones, With the contempt of the arrogant!

^{1 Ref} Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

^{2 Ref} Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait upon the LORD our God, until that he have mercy upon us.

^{3 Ref} Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

^{4 Ref} Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.

^{1 Ref} Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that sittest in the heavens.

^{2 Ref} 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 Ref} Have mercy upon us, O Jehovah, have mercy upon us; For we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

^{4 Ref} 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.