Psalms 123

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

Canticum graduum. Ad te levavi oculos meos, qui habitas in cælis.

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.

Ecce sicut oculi servorum, in manibus dominorum suorum, Sicut oculi ancillæ in manibus dominæ suæ: ita oculi nostri ad Dominum Deum nostrum donec misereatur nostri.

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

Miserere nostri Domine, miserere nostri: quia multum repleti sumus despectione:

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

Quia multum repleta est anima nostra: opprobrium abundantibus, et despectio superbis.