A Song of Ascents.
To you enthroned in Shamayim I lift my eyes.
As the eyes of Slaves to the hand of their Masters,
As the eyes of a handmaid to the hand of her mistress,
So are mine eyes towards Ha'Shem, my G*d, awaiting his favour.
Show me Favour, O Ha'Shem, show me favour!
I have had more than enough of Contempt.
My Soul is fully Sated with the Scorn of those that are at ease,
With the ridicule of the haughty.
The Contempt of Proud Oppressors .....