Psalms 123

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. I look up to you, the one who rules from heaven.

A song of degrees. I lift vp mine eyes to thee, that dwellest in the heauens.

2 Just as servants look to their master, or a maid looks to her mistress, so we keep our eyes on you, Lord our God, waiting for you to be merciful to us.

Behold, as the eyes of seruants looke vnto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a mayden vnto the hand of her mistres: so our eyes waite vpon the Lord our God vntil he haue mercie vpon vs.

3 Please have mercy on us, Lord, have mercy. We've had enough of people's contempt.

Haue mercie vpon vs, O Lord, haue mercie vpon vs: for we haue suffered too much contempt.

4 We've had more than enough of the scorn of the proud, and the contempt of the arrogant.

Our soule is filled too full of ye mocking of the wealthy, and of the despitefulnes of the proude.