Psalms 123

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

A Song of Degrees. To you who dwell in heaven have I lifted up mine eyes.

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.

Behold, as the eyes of servants [are directed] to the hands of their masters, [and] as the eyes of a maidservant to the hands of her mistress; so our eyes [are directed] to the Lord our God, until he have mercy upon us.

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

Have pity upon us, O Lord, have pity upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

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

[Yes], our soul has been exceedingly filled [with it]: [let] the reproach [be] to them that are at ease, and contempt to the proud.