Psalm 122
1 A Song of Degrees.
Unto thee who dwellest in heaven
have I lifted up mine eyes.
2 Behold, as the eyes of servants are directed to the hands of their masters,
and as the eyes of a maidservant to the hands of her mistress;
so our eyes are directed to the Lord our God,
until he have mercy upon us.
3 Have pity upon us, O Lord, have pity upon us:
for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
4 Yea, our soul hath been exceedingly filled with it:
[1]let the reproach be to them that are at ease,
and contempt to the proud.
Notes
- 122:4 let the reproach be to them that are at ease: or, we are the reproach of them that are at ease ↩