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[[A song of degrees.]]
[1] I lift up mine eyes to thee, that dwellest in the heavens.
[2] 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 he have mercy upon us.
[3] Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy upon us: for we have suffered too much contempt.
[4] Our soul is filled too full of the mocking of the wealthy, and of the despitefulness of the proud.
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