Psalms 123

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

[the] song of The ascents to you I have lifted up eyes my the [one who] sits 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.

Here! like [the] eyes of slaves [which are] to [the] hand of master their like [the] eyes of a female slave [which are] to [the] hand of mistress her so eyes our [are] to Yahweh God our until that he will show favor to us.

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

Show favor to us O Yahweh show favor to us for much we have been surfeited contempt.

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

Much it has been surfeited itself self our the mockery of self-confident [people] the contempt (of arrogant opressors. *Q(K)*)