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 1 A Song of Degrees. 
 Unto thee who dwellest in heaven  
Have I lifted up mine eyes.   
 2 Behold, as the eyes of servants are directed to the hands of their masters,  
And as the eyes of a maidservant to the hands of her mistress;  
So our eyes are directed to the Lord our God,  
Until he have mercy upon us.   
 3 Have pity upon us, O Lord, have pity upon us:  
For we are exceedingly filled with contempt.   
 4 Yea, our soul has been exceedingly filled with it:  
Let the reproach be to them that are at ease,  
And contempt to the proud.