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A Prayer for Mercy

A song for going up to worship.

123 Lord, I look up to you.
    You live in heaven.
Slaves depend on their masters.
    And a female servant depends on her mistress.
In the same way, we depend on our God.
    We wait for him to show us mercy.

Be kind to us, Lord. Be kind to us
    because we have been insulted.
We have suffered many insults from lazy people
    and much cruelty from the proud.

Preghiera dell'infelice

123 Canto delle ascensioni. Di Davide.

A te levo i miei occhi,
a te che abiti nei cieli.
Ecco, come gli occhi dei servi
alla mano dei loro padroni;
come gli occhi della schiava,
alla mano della sua padrona,
così i nostri occhi sono rivolti al Signore nostro Dio,
finché abbia pietà di noi.

Pietà di noi, Signore, pietà di noi,
gia troppo ci hanno colmato di scherni,
noi siamo troppo sazi
degli scherni dei gaudenti,
del disprezzo dei superbi.

123 Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait upon the Lord our God, until that he have mercy upon us.

Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

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

Psalm 123

A song of ascents.

I lift up my eyes to you,
    to you who sit enthroned(A) in heaven.
As the eyes of slaves look to the hand of their master,
    as the eyes of a female slave look to the hand of her mistress,
so our eyes look to the Lord(B) our God,
    till he shows us his mercy.

Have mercy on us, Lord, have mercy on us,
    for we have endured no end of contempt.
We have endured no end
    of ridicule from the arrogant,
    of contempt from the proud.

Prayer for Relief from Contempt

A Song of Ascents.

123 Unto You (A)I lift up my eyes,
O You (B)who dwell in the heavens.
Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their masters,
As the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress,
(C)So our eyes look to the Lord our God,
Until He has mercy on us.

Have mercy on us, O Lord, have mercy on us!
For we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
Our soul is exceedingly filled
With the scorn of those who are at ease,
With the contempt of the proud.