A Song of degrees
. Unto thee lift I up
mine eyes
, O thou that dwellest
in the heavens
.
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 that he have mercy
upon us.
Have mercy upon us, O LORD
, have mercy
upon us: for we are exceedingly
filled
with contempt
.
Our soul is exceedingly
filled
with the scorning
of those that are at ease
, and with the contempt
of the proud
.