Psalms 123

1 A Song of degrees. To thee I raise my eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

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

2 Behold, as the eyes of servants [look] to the hand of their masters, [and] as the eyes of a maiden to the hand of her mistress; so our eyes [wait] upon the LORD our God, until he shall have mercy upon us.

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 Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us; for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

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

4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, [and] with the contempt of the proud.

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