A Song of degrees.
Unto thee
lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the
heavens.
02 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.
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03 Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy upon
us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
04 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the
scorning of those that are at ease, and with the
contempt of the proud.
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