A Song of the Ascents.
1Unto Thee I have lifted up mine eyes, O dweller in the heavens.
2Lo, as eyes of men-servants [Are] unto the hand of their masters, As eyes of a maidservant [Are] unto the hand of her mistress, So [are] our eyes unto Jehovah our God, Till that He doth favour us.
3Favour us, O Jehovah, favour us, For greatly have we been filled with contempt,
4Greatly hath our soul been filled With the scorning of the easy ones, With the contempt of the arrogant!