Psalms 123

1 A Song of Ascents. Unto thee, have I lifted up mine eyes, O thou who art enthroned in the heavens.

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

2 Lo! as the eyes of men-servants are unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maid-servant, unto the hand of her mistress, so, are our eyes, unto Yahweh our God, until that he show us favour.

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.

3 Show us favour, O Yahweh, show us favour, for, exceedingly, are we sated with contempt:

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

4 Exceeding sated therewith, is our soul, —The scorn of the careless, The contempt of the proud.

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