Psalm 123

A Pilgrim Song

1-4 I look to you, heaven-dwelling God, look up to you for help. Like servants, alert to their master's commands, like a maiden attending her lady, We're watching and waiting, holding our breath, awaiting your word of mercy. Mercy, God, mercy! We've been kicked around long enough, Kicked in the teeth by complacent rich men, kicked when we're down by arrogant brutes.

Psalm 123

1 Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that sittest in the heavens.

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their master, As the eyes of a maid unto the hand of her mistress; So our eyes look unto Jehovah our God, Until he have mercy upon us.

3 Have mercy upon us, O Jehovah, have mercy upon us; For we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

4 Our soul is exceedingly filled With the scoffing of those that are at ease, And with the contempt of the proud.