To you I lift up my eyes,
to you, who dwell in heaven.
To you I lift up my eyes,
to you, who dwell in heaven.
To you I lift up my eyes,
to you, who dwell in heaven.
As the eyes of servants
are fixed on the hand of their masters,
as the eyes of a slave girl
on the hand of her mistress,
so our eyes are on the Lord,
waiting for him to have mercy.
Have mercy on us, O Lord!
Have mercy on us, O Lord!
Our soul is filled with scorn.
We have had our fill of contempt.
Of the scorn of the proud.
Of the jeers of the conceited.
Have mercy on us, O Lord.
Have mercy on us, O Lord.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay!
Have mercy!