A song of degrees
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.