1
Song
of
degrees.
Unto
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
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.