Psalms 123

Vnto thee lift I vp mine eyes: O thou that dwellest in the heauens.

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

שִׁ֗יר הַֽ/מַּ֫עֲל֥וֹת אֵ֭לֶי/ךָ נָשָׂ֣אתִי אֶת עֵינַ֑/י הַ֝/יֹּשְׁבִ֗י בַּ/שָּׁמָֽיִם

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.

GenevaBehold, 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.

הִנֵּ֨ה כְ/עֵינֵ֪י עֲבָדִ֡ים אֶל יַ֤ד אֲֽדוֹנֵי/הֶ֗ם כְּ/עֵינֵ֣י שִׁפְחָה֮ אֶל יַ֪ד גְּבִ֫רְתָּ֥/הּ כֵּ֣ן עֵ֭ינֵי/נוּ אֶל יְהוָ֣ה אֱלֹהֵ֑י/נוּ עַ֝֗ד שֶׁ/יְּחָנֵּֽ/נוּ

Haue mercy vpon vs, O LORD, haue mercy vpon vs: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

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

חָנֵּ֣/נוּ יְהוָ֣ה חָנֵּ֑/נוּ כִּֽי רַ֝֗ב שָׂבַ֥עְנוּ בֽוּז

Our soule is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease: and with the contempt of the proud.

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

רַבַּת֮ שָֽׂבְעָה לָּ֪/הּ נַ֫פְשֵׁ֥/נוּ הַ/לַּ֥עַג הַ/שַּׁאֲנַנִּ֑ים הַ֝/בּ֗וּז לִ/גְאֵ֥יוֹנִֽים