A Song of degrees. Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.
Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress, so our eyes are directed to Jehovah our God, until he be gracious unto us.
Be gracious unto us, O Jehovah, be gracious unto us; for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.