Psalms 123:1 Cross References - ACV

¹ To thee do I lift up my eyes, O thou who sit in the heavens.

⁴ He who sits in the heavens will laugh. The Lord will have them in derision.

⁴ LORD is in his holy temple. LORD's throne is in heaven. His eyes, behold, his eyelids try, the sons of men.

¹⁵ My eyes are ever toward LORD, for he will pluck my feet out of the net.

⁵ Who is like LORD our God who has his seat on high, ⁶ and yet looks upon the low things in heaven and in the earth.

³ But our God is in the heavens. He has done whatever he pleased.

¹ In my distress I cried to LORD, and he answered me.

¹ I will lift up my eyes to the mountains. From where shall my help come?

¹ I was glad when they said to me, Let us go to the house of LORD.

¹ If it had not been LORD who was on our side, let Israel now say,

¹ Those who trust in LORD are as mount Zion, which cannot be moved, but abides forever.

¹ When LORD brought back those who returned to Zion, we were like those who dream.

¹ Unless LORD builds the house, they labor in vain who build it. Unless LORD guards the city, the watchman wake but in vain.

¹ Blessed are all who fear LORD, who walk in his ways.

¹ Many a time they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say,

¹ Out of the depths I have cried to thee, O LORD.

¹ LORD, my heart is not haughty, nor my eyes lofty. Neither do I exercise myself in grand matters, or in things too wonderful for me.

¹ LORD, remember for David all his affliction,

¹ Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brothers to dwell together in unity!

¹ Behold, bless ye LORD, all ye servants of LORD, who stand by night in the house of LORD.

⁸ For my eyes are to thee, O LORD the Lord. In thee do I take refuge. Leave not my soul destitute.

¹⁵ For thus says the high and lofty One who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy: I dwell in the high and holy place, also with him who is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite.

¹ Thus says LORD, Heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool. What manner of house will ye build to me, and what place shall be my rest?

⁹ Pray ye therefore this way: Our Father in the heavens, hallowed be thy name.

¹³ But the tax collector, having stood from afar, would not even lift his eyes to the sky, but beat upon his breast, saying, God, be thou merciful to me a sinful man.