1 U nto You I lift up my eyes, O You who dwell in the heavens.

A Song of the Ascents. Unto Thee I have lifted up mine eyes, O dweller in the heavens.

2 B ehold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their masters, As the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, So our eyes look to the Lord our God, Until He has mercy on us.

Lo, as eyes of men-servants unto the hand of their masters, As eyes of a maid-servant unto the hand of her mistress, So our eyes unto Jehovah our God, Till that He doth favour us.

3 H ave mercy on us, O Lord, have mercy on us! For we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

Favour us, O Jehovah, favour us, For greatly have we been filled with contempt,

4 O ur soul is exceedingly filled With the scorn of those who are at ease, With the contempt of the proud.

Greatly hath our soul been filled With the scorning of the easy ones, With the contempt of the arrogant!