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1. | {A Song of Ascents.} To you I do lift up my eyes, you who sit in the heavens. |
2. | Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress; so our eyes look to Yahweh, our God, until he has mercy on us. |
3. | Have mercy on us, Yahweh, have mercy on us, for we have endured much contempt. |
4. | Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scoffing of those who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud. |