Psalms 123

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

“A song of the degrees.” Unto thee do I lift up my 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 are directed unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress: thus are our eyes directed unto the Lord 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 Lord! be gracious unto us; for we are overburdened 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 overburdened with the scorn of those who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud oppressors.