Psalms 123

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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