Psalms 123

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

Yahweh, I look up toward you, up to heaven, from where you rule.

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.

Like servants ask [IDM] their masters [for what they need] and like maids ask t their mistresses [for what they need], we ask you, Yahweh our God, [for what we need], and we ask you to be merciful to us.

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

Yahweh, be very merciful [DOU] to us because [our enemies] have acted very contemptuously toward us.

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

Rich people have made fun of us for a long time, and proud [people] who have (oppressed/acted cruelly toward) us have acted toward us as though we were worthless.