1.I Lift vp mine eyes to thee, that dwellest in the heauens.
2.Beholde, as the eyes of aſeruants loke vnto the hand of their maſters, and as the eyes of a maiden vnto the hãd of her maſtres: ſo our eyes waite vpon the Lord our God vntil he haue mercie vpon vs.
3.Haue mercie vpon vs, ô Lord, haue mercie vpon vs: for we haue bſuffred to muche contempt.
4.Our ſoule is filled to ful of the mocking of the welthie, & of the deſpitefulnes of the proude.
He compareth ye condition of ye godlie to ſeruants that are deſtitute of all helpe, aſſurĩg that whẽ all other helpes faile, God is euer at hand and like himſelf.
He declareth that whẽ ye faithful are ſo ful, yt they can no more endure the oppreſsions, and ſcornings of ye wicked, there is alwaie helpe aboue, if ye hungrie deſires they call for it.