1I lift up my eyes to you, to you who sit enthroned in heaven.2As the eyes of slaves look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a female slave look to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes look to the Lord our God, till he shows us his mercy.3Have mercy on us, Lord, have mercy on us, for we have endured no end of contempt.4We have endured no end of ridicule from the arrogant, of contempt from the proud.
A song for those who go up to Jerusalem to worship the Lord.
1I look up and pray to you. Your throne is in heaven.2Slaves depend on their masters. A female slave depends on the woman she works for. In the same way, we depend on the LORD our God. We wait for him to have mercy on us.3LORD, have mercy on us. Have mercy on us, because people haven’t stopped making fun of us.4We have had to put up with a lot from those who are proud. They were always laughing at us.