1 > To you I do lift up my eyes, You who sit in the heavens.
> I will lift up my eyes to the hills. Where does my help come from?
For my eyes are on you, Yahweh, the Lord. In you, I take refuge. Don't leave my soul destitute.
He who sits in the heavens will laugh. The Lord will have them in derision.
But the tax collector, standing far away, wouldn't even lift up his eyes to heaven, but beat his breast, saying, 'God, be merciful to me, a sinner!'
Thus says Yahweh, heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool: what manner of house will you build to me? and what place shall be my rest?
For thus says the high and lofty One who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy: I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also who is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite.
> See how good and how pleasant it is For brothers to live together in unity!
> Unless Yahweh builds the house, They labor in vain who build it. Unless Yahweh watches over the city, The watchman guards it in vain.
> When Yahweh brought back those who returned to Zion, We were like those who dream.
> I was glad when they said to me, "Let's go to Yahweh's house!"
But our God is in the heavens. He does whatever he pleases.
> Yahweh, my heart isn't haughty, nor my eyes lofty; Nor do I concern myself with great matters, Or things too wonderful for me.
> Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say,
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Commentary on Psalms 123 Matthew Henry Commentary
Psalm 123
This psalm was penned at a time then the church of God was brought low and trampled upon; some think it was when the Jews were captives in Babylon, though that was not the only time that they were insulted over by the proud. The psalmist begins as if he spoke for himself only (v. 1), but presently speaks in the name of the church. Here is,
In singing it we must have our eye up to God's favour with a holy concern, and then an eye down to men's reproach with a holy contempt.
A song of degrees.
Psa 123:1-4
We have here,