A praier of the Church made in hir affliction and captiuitie.
VNto thee lift I vp mine eies: O thou that dwellest in the heauens.
Behold, euen as the eies of seruants looke vnto the hand of their maisters: and as the eies of a maiden vnto the hand of hir maistresse: euen so our eies waite vpon the Lord our God, vntill hee haue mercie vpon vs.
Haue mercie vpon vs, O Lord, haue mercie vpon vs: for we are vtterlie despised.
Our soule is filled with the scornefull reproofe of the wealthie: and with the despitefulnesse of the proud.