Psalms 123

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

A song of ascents. To you I lift up my eyes, you who are enthroned 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.

See, as the eyes of servants look to their master's hand, as the eyes of a maid look to her mistress's hand, so our eyes look to Yahweh our God until he has mercy on us.

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

Have mercy on us, Yahweh, have mercy on us, for we are filled with humiliation.

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

We are more than full of the scoffing of the insolent and with the contempt of the proud.