Psalms 123

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

`The song of grecis. To thee Y haue reisid myn iyen; that dwellist in heuenes.

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.

Lo! as the iyen of seruauntis; ben in the hondis of her lordis. As the iyen of the handmaide ben in the hondis of her ladi; so oure iyen ben to oure Lord God, til he haue mercy on vs.

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

Lord, haue thou merci on vs, haue thou merci on vs; for we ben myche fillid with dispisyng.

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

For oure soule is myche fillid; we ben schenschipe to hem that ben abundaunte with richessis, and dispising to proude men.