1A song of the ascents I LIFT my eyes to you whose throne is in heaven.
2As the eyes of slaves follow their master's hand or the eyes of a slave-girl the hand of her mistress, so our eyes are turned to the LORD our God, awaiting his favour.
3Show us your favour, LORD, show us favour, for we have suffered insult enough.
4Too long have we had to suffer the insults of the arrogant, the contempt of the proud.