Psalms 123

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

“A song of the steps, or the goings up.” To thee do I lift up mine eyes, O Thou who 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 to the hand of their masters, And as the eyes of a maiden to the hand of her mistress, So do our eyes look to the LORD, our God, Until he have pity 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 LORD! have mercy upon us, For we are overwhelmed 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 filled to the full with the scorn of those who are at ease, And with the contempt of the proud.