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PSALME CXXIII.
UNto thee lift I up mine yes: thou that dwellest in the heavens.
2 Behold, as the eyes of servants look un∣to the hand of their masters,
TO thee I lift mine eyes, O thou that in the heav'ns dost dwell:
2 Behold as servants eyes unto their masters hands look well,
And as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistresse: so our eyes waite upon the Lord our God, untill that he have mercy upon us.
As maidens eyes her mistresse hand so our eyes also thus
Wait on the Lord our God, till he have mercy upon us.
3 Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with con∣tempt.
3 Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy us upon;
For with contempt exceedingly wee fill'd are evry one.
4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease: and with the contempt of the proud.
4 Our soul it is exceedingly fill'd with the scorning leud