Psalms 123
A Song of degrees.
1Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.2Behold, as the eyes of servants <add>look</add> unto the hand of their masters, <add>and</add> as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes <add>wait</add> upon the LORD our God, until that he have mercy upon us.
3Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
4Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, <add>and</add> with the contempt of the proud.