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1 A Song of Degrees.
Unto thee who dwellest in heaven
Have I lifted up mine eyes.
2 Behold, as the eyes of servants are directed to the hands of their masters,
And as the eyes of a maidservant to the hands of her mistress;
So our eyes are directed to the Lord our God,
Until he have mercy upon us.
3 Have pity upon us, O Lord, have pity upon us:
For we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
4 Yea, our soul has been exceedingly filled with it:
Let the reproach be to them that are at ease,
And contempt to the proud.