19_PSA_123_01 A song of degrees. unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.
19_PSA_123_02 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.
19_PSA_123_03 have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
19_PSA_123_04 our soul Is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, [ And] with the contempt of the proud.