Psalms

A Song of degrees.

1Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

2Behold, 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.

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, and with the contempt of the proud.

1Đấng đang ngự trên trời.

2tới khi Người xót thương chút phận.

3bởi chúng con bị khinh miệt ê chề ;

4giọng khinh người của bọn kiêu căng.