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A Song of Ascents. Unto You I lift up my eyes, O You who dwell in the heavens.
2
Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their masters, As the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, So our eyes look to the Lord our God, Until He has mercy on us.
3
Have mercy on us, O Lord, have mercy on us! For we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
4
Our soul is exceedingly filled With the scorn of those who are at ease, With the contempt of the proud.