Psalms 123

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

A Song of the going up. To you my eyes are lifted up, even to you whose seat is in the heavens.

2 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.

See! as the eyes of servants are turned to the hands of their masters, and the eyes of a servant-girl to her owner, so our eyes are waiting for the Lord our God, till he has mercy on us.

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

Have mercy on us, O Lord, have mercy on us: for all men are looking down on us.

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

For long enough have men of pride made sport of our soul.