(A Song of Ascents.) To you I do lift up my eyes, you who sit in the heavens.

Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maid to the hand of his mistress; so our eyes look to Yahweh, our God, until she has mercy on us.

Have mercy on us, Yahweh, have mercy on us, for we have endured much contempt.

Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scoffing of those who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.