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A Song of degrees.

¶ Unto thee I lift up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

Behold, as the eyes of slaves 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 he shall have mercy upon us.

Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us, for we are exceedingly weary of being held in contempt.

Our soul is exceedingly weary of the scorning of those that are at ease and of the contempt of the proud.

Psalm 123

A song of ascents.

I lift up my eyes to you,
    to you who sit enthroned(A) in heaven.
As the eyes of slaves look to the hand of their master,
    as the eyes of a female slave look to the hand of her mistress,
so our eyes look to the Lord(B) our God,
    till he shows us his mercy.

Have mercy on us, Lord, have mercy on us,
    for we have endured no end of contempt.
We have endured no end
    of ridicule from the arrogant,
    of contempt from the proud.