Psalm 123

LOrd, from the earth below
mine eies life up will I
To thee whose dwelling is above
even in the heavens high.
Behold! as servants eies
look to their masters hand,
As to her mistress hand the maid
doth look, and waiting stand:

So on the Lord our God
we look and do attend,
Until he to us favour shew,
until he mercy send.
Have mercy on us, Lord,
on us thy mercy be,
For filled with contempt and scorn
exceedingly are we.

Our soul is greatly fill'd
with scorns of men at ease,
And with contempt of proud men, who
from scoffing never cease.