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 .