English poem
PSAL. CXXIII. A Song of Degrees
by Anonymous
O Thou that in the heavens sitt'st, I'le lift mine eies to thee. Lo, as unto their masters hand, the eies of servants be. As maids eies to their mistress hand, so are our eies unto The Lord our God, until that he shall mercie on us show.
O Lord be gracious unto us, to us O gracious be; Because that filled with contempt exceedinglie are we. Our soul is fill'd exceedinglie with scorns of men secure: From them also that haughtie be our souls contempt endure.