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A Song of degrees. 
 1 Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, 
O thou that dwellest in the heavens. 
 2 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. 
 3 Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy upon us: 
For we are exceedingly filled with contempt. 
 4 Our soul is exceedingly filled 
With the scorning of those that are at ease, 
And with the contempt of the proud.