| | 1 | A song of ascents. I lift up my eyes to you, to you whose throne is in heaven. | |
| | 2 | As the eyes of slaves look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maid look to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes look to the LORD our God, till he shows us his mercy. | |
| | 3 | Have mercy on us, O LORD, have mercy on us, for we have endured much contempt. | |
| | 4 | We have endured much ridicule from the proud, much contempt from the arrogant. | |
