Psalms 123

1 A Song of Ascents. I lift up my eyes to you, you who sit in the heavens.

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

2 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.

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 Have mercy on us, Yahweh, have mercy on us, for we have endured much contempt.

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

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

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