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