Psalms 123

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

A song of ascents. I Lift up my eyes to you, who are throned 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.

As the eyes of a servant turn to the hand of his master, or the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, so do our eyes turn to the Lord our God, until he is gracious to us.

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

Be gracious, be gracious to us, Lord. Scorn enough, and more, have we borne

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

More than enough have we borne of derision from those at their ease, of scorn from those who are haughty.