Unto You a I lift up my eyes,
O You b who dwell in the heavens. 2 Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their masters,
As the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress,
c So our eyes look to the LORD our God,
Until He has mercy on us.
Have mercy on us, O LORD, have mercy on us!
For we are exceedingly filled with contempt. 4 Our soul is exceedingly filled
With the scorn of those who are at ease,
With the contempt of the proud.