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

To You I lift up my eyes, O You who are enthroned 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 to the hand of their master, As the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, So our eyes look to the Lord our God, Until He is gracious to us.

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

Be gracious to us, O Lord, be gracious to us, For we are greatly 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 greatly filled With the scoffing of those who are at ease, And with the contempt of the proud.