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

Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

2 L o, 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.

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

Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

4 G reatly hath our soul been filled With the scorning of the easy ones, With the contempt of the arrogant!

Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.