Psalms 123

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

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

2 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.

Behold, as the eyes of servants to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes are to Jehovah our God, until he has mercy upon us.

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

Have mercy upon us, O Jehovah, have mercy upon us, for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

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

Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scoffing of those who are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.