1A song of ascents.
To you I raise my eyes,
to you enthroned in heaven.
2Yes, like the eyes of servants
on the hand of their masters,
Like the eyes of a maid
on the hand of her mistress,
So our eyes are on the Lord our God,
till we are shown favor.
3Show us favor, Lord , show us favor,
for we have our fill of contempt.
4Our souls are more than sated
with mockery from the insolent,
with contempt from the arrogant.