A song of the ascents.
1To you I raise my eyes,
you who sit in the heavens.
2There, like the eyes of servants
towards the hand of their masters,
Like the eyes of a maidservant
towards the hand of her mistress,
So are our eyes towards Yahweh our God,
until he is gracious to us.
3Be gracious to us, Yahweh, be gracious,
because we’ve become very full of contempt.
4Our entire being has become very full for itself
of the ridicule of complacent people,
of the contempt of majestic people.
Be thou a bright flame before me,
Be thou a guiding star above me
Be thou a smooth path below me
Be thou a kindly shepherd behind me
Today – tonight -forever
Amen.
St Columba