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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. |