Psalms 123

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

A Song of degrees. Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest 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 [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.

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

Be gracious unto us, O Jehovah, be gracious unto 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 scorning of those that are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.