1 A song of the ascents. Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.
2 Behold, as eyes of servants unto their masters’ hand, as a handmaid’s eyes unto her mistress’s hand, so [are] our eyes unto Jehovah our God until he be gracious to us.
3 Be gracious to us, Jehovah, be gracious to us, for greatly are we filled with contempt.
4 Greatly is our soul filled with the scorning of those at ease, the contempt of the proud.
Notes on Psalm 123
“A song of the ascents.” It is the remnant of Israel staying no more, like the proud and ungodly mass, on him that smote them, but on Jehovah, the Holy One of Israel, and this in truth.