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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.