 1 A Song of degrees. I lift up my eyes to you who lives in Heaven. 2 Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their masters. As the eyes of a maiden to the hand of her mistress. So our eyes wait on the Lord our God, until He shall have mercy on us. 3 Have mercy on us, O Lord. Have mercy on us. For we are exceedingly filled with scorn. 4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the contempt for those who are at ease with the scorn of the proud.
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