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A Song of the Ascents. Unto Thee I have lifted up mine eyes, O dweller in the heavens. |
| 2. | Lo, as eyes of men-servants Are unto the hand of their masters, As eyes of a maid-servant Are unto the hand of her mistress, So are our eyes unto Jehovah our God, Till that He doth favour us. |
| 3. | Favour us, O Jehovah, favour us, For greatly have we been filled with contempt, |
| 4. | Greatly hath our soul been filled With the scorning of the easy ones, With the contempt of the arrogant! |