Psalm 123

A Song of degrees.

1        O thou that dwellest in the heav'ns,

                   I lift mine eyes to thee.

2        Behold, as servants' eyes do look

                   their masters' hand to see,

          As handmaid's eyes her mistress' hand;

                   so do our eyes attend

          Upon the Lord our God, until

                   to us he mercy send.

3        O Lord, be gracious to us,

                   unto us gracious be;

          Because replenish'd with contempt

                   exceedingly are we.

4        Our soul is fill'd with scorn of those

                   that at their ease abide,

          And with the insolent contempt

                   of those that swell in pride.