1 A Song of the Ascents. Unto Thee I have lifted up mine eyes, O dweller in the heavens.

2 L o, as eyes of men-servants unto the hand of their masters, As eyes of a maid-servant unto the hand of her mistress, So our eyes unto Jehovah our God, Till that He doth favour us.

3 F avour us, O Jehovah, favour us, For greatly have we been filled with contempt,

4 G reatly hath our soul been filled With the scorning of the easy ones, With the contempt of the arrogant!