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A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. I have lifted up my eyes to You, || O dweller in the heavens. Behold, as eyes of menservants || [Are] to the hand of their masters, || As eyes of a maidservant || [Are] to the hand of her mistress, || So [are] our eyes to our God YHWH, || Until He favors us. Favor us, O YHWH, favor us, || For we have been greatly filled with contempt, Our soul has been greatly filled || With the scorning of the easy ones, || With the contempt of the arrogant!