Psa Psalms, psalm Book of Psalms, psalm 123
A Song of degrees.
Unto youi lift I up mine eyes, O youi that dwell in the heavens.
Behold, as the eyes of servants [look] unto the hand of their masters, [and] as the eyes of a virgin unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes [wait] upon the LORD-Yehōvah [Messiah Pre-Incarnate] our God-Elōhīm (The Living Word) [The Many Powered], until that he have mercy upon us.
Have mercy upon us, O LORD-Yehōvah [Messiah Pre-Incarnate], have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, [and] with the contempt of the proud.