Psalms 123

1 A Song of Degrees. To you who dwell in heaven have I lifted up mine eyes.

`The song of grecis. To thee Y haue reisid myn iyen; that dwellist in heuenes.

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants [are directed] to the hands of their masters, [and] as the eyes of a maidservant to the hands of her mistress; so our eyes [are directed] to the Lord our God, until he have mercy upon us.

Lo! as the iyen of seruauntis; ben in the hondis of her lordis. As the iyen of the handmaide ben in the hondis of her ladi; so oure iyen ben to oure Lord God, til he haue mercy on vs.

3 Have pity upon us, O Lord, have pity upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

Lord, haue thou merci on vs, haue thou merci on vs; for we ben myche fillid with dispisyng.

4 [Yes], our soul has been exceedingly filled [with it]: [let] the reproach [be] to them that are at ease, and contempt to the proud.

For oure soule is myche fillid; we ben schenschipe to hem that ben abundaunte with richessis, and dispising to proude men.