| 1 | {A Song of degrees.} Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens. |
| 2 | Behold, as the eyes of servants [look] unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress, so our eyes [are directed] to Jehovah our God, until he be gracious unto us. |
| 3 | Be gracious unto us, O Jehovah, be gracious unto us; for we are exceedingly filled with contempt. |
| 4 | Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.
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