Psalms 123

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

To thee have I lifted up my eyes, who dwellest in heaven.

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 the servants are on the hands of their masters, As the eyes of the handmaid are on the hands of her mistress: so are our eyes unto the Lord our God, until he have mercy on us.

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

Have mercy on us, O Lord, have mercy on us: for we are greatly filled with contempt.

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

For our soul is greatly filled: we are a reproach to the rich, and contempt to the proud.