Psalms 123

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

A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. I have lifted up my eyes to You, O dweller 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 eyes of menservants [Are] to the hand of their masters, As eyes of a maidservant [Are] to the hand of her mistress, So [are] our eyes to our God YHWH, Until He favors us.

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

Favor us, O YHWH, favor us, For we have been greatly 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 has been greatly filled With the scorning of the easy ones, With the contempt of the arrogant!