Psalms 123

1 A Song of degrees. Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

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

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants [look] unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress, so our eyes [are directed] to Jehovah our God, until he be gracious unto 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 Be gracious unto us, O Jehovah, be gracious unto 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 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.

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