Psalms 123

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

A Song of Ascents. I lift up my eyes to you, you who sit 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 master, as the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, 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 have endured much contempt.

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

Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scoffing of those who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.