Unto the lift I vp myne eyes, thou yt dwellest in the heauens.

Beholde, euen as the eyes of seruautes loke vnto the handes of their masters: and as the eyes of a mayden vnto the handes of hir mastresse, euen so oure eyes wayte vpon the LORDE or God, vntill he haue mercy vpo vs.

Haue mercy vpo vs (o LORDE) haue mercy vpon vs, for we are vtterly despysed.

Oure soule is fylled wt the scornefull reprofe of the welthy, & with ye despitefulnesse of the proude.