Psalms 122
1 A Song of Degrees.
Unto thee who dwellest in heaven have I lifted up mine eyes.
2 Behold, as the eyes of servants
are directed to the hands of their masters,
and as the eyes of a maid-servant to the hands of her
mistress; so our eyes are directed to the Lord our
God, until he have mercy upon us.
3 Have pity upon us, O Lord, have pity
upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
4 Yea, our
soul has been exceedingly filled with it:
aOr, we are the reproach of them that are at ease.let the reproach be to them
that are at ease, and contempt to the proud.