1I lift my eyes unto You, O You Who sits enthroned in heaven. 2As the eyes of slaves look to the hand of their master, and as the eyes of a female slave look to the hand of her mistress; so our eyes look to the LORD our God, until He bestows His mercy upon us. 3Have mercy upon us, O LORD; for we endured no end of contempt. 4Our We have had our fill of ridicule and scoffing by those who are at ease, and with the contempt of the arrogant.

A Song of degrees of David.