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1Unto thee lift I up mine eyes,
O thou 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 that he have mercy upon us.
3 Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy upon us:
for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
4 Our soul is exceedingly filled
with the scorning of those that are at ease,
and with the contempt of the proud.