1 A song of ascents. To you I raise my eyes, to you enthroned in heaven.
2 Yes, like the eyes of a servant on the hand of his master, Like the eyes of a maid on the hand of her mistress, So our eyes are on the LORD our God, till we are shown favor.
3 Show us favor, LORD, show us favor, for we have our fill of contempt.
4 We have our fill of insult from the insolent, of disdain from the arrogant.