1 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 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.