123:1 A
song
of
degrees.
Vnto
thee
lift
I
vp
mine
eyes:
O
thou
that
dwellest
in
the
heauens.
123:2 Beholde,
as
the
eyes
of
seruants
looke
vnto
the
hand
of
their
Masters,
and
as
the
eyes
of
a
maiden,
vnto
the
hand
of
her
mistresse:
so
our
eyes
waite
vpon
the
Lord
our
God,
vntill
that
he
haue
mercy
vpon
vs.
123:3 Haue
mercy
vpon
vs,
O
Lord,
haue
mercy
vpon
vs:
for
we
are
exceedingly
filled
with
contempt.
123:4 Our
soule
is
exceedingly
filled
with
the
scorning
of
those
that
are
at
ease:
and
with
the
contempt
of
the
proud.