The Book of Psalms

[A Song of Ascents.] I will lift up my eyes on You, O Dweller in Heaven.

Behold, as the eyes of servants [look] to the hand of their masters; as the eyes of a maiden to the hand of her mistress; so our eyes [wait] on Jehovah our God, until He shows grace to us.

Be gracious to us, O Jehovah; be gracious to us! For we are exceedingly filled with scorn.

Our soul is exceedingly filled for itself [with] the contempt of those who are at ease, the scorn of the proud.