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| 1. | {A Song of degrees.} Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens. |
| 2. | Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress, so our eyes are directed to Jehovah our God, until he be gracious unto us. |
| 3. | Be gracious unto us, O Jehovah, be gracious unto us; for we are exceedingly filled with contempt. |
| 4. | Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, with the contempt of the proud. |