Psalms Chapter 123
I’m vibing up to you, God, just hanging in the sky, no cap.
[A Song of degrees.] Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.
In the same way servants check their masters and maidens look at their mistresses, we’re sitting tight for you, Lord, to bless us with mercy, periodt.
Behold, as the eyes of servants {look} unto the hand of their masters, {and} as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes {wait} upon the LORD our God, until that he have mercy upon us.
Ayo, Lord, bless us with some mercy, we’re totally submerged in hate, fr.
Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
Our souls are packed with the darkness from the shady ones and the arrogant, it’s just mad sus.
Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, {and} with the contempt of the proud.