I raise my eyes to you, * who are enthroned in heaven.

    Yes, like the eyes of slaves * on the hand of their master,

        like the eyes of a maid * on the hand of her mistress,

        so our eyes are on Yahweh our God, * till he have mercy on us.

    Have mercy on us, Yahweh; * have mercy on us, Master; * we have suffered too much contempt.

Too long has our throat been stuffed * with the scorn of the complacent, * with the contempt of the arrogant.