Lord, you have been our dwelling place
throughout all generations.
Before the mountains were born...from everlasting to everlasting you are God...
I lift up my eyes to you,
to you who sit enthroned in heaven.
As the eyes of slaves look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a female slave look to the hand of her mistress,
so our eyes look to the Lord our God,
till he shows us his mercy.
Have mercy on us, Lord,
have mercy on us,
for we have endured
no end of contempt.
We have endured no end
of ridicule from the arrogant,
of contempt from the proud.