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| | 1 | A Song of Ascents. Unto You I lift up my eyes, O You who dwell in the heavens. | |
| | 2 | Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their masters, As the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, So our eyes look to the LORD our God, Until He has mercy on us. | |
| | 3 | Have mercy on us, O LORD, have mercy on us! For we are exceedingly filled with contempt. | |
| | 4 | Our soul is exceedingly filled With the scorn of those who are at ease, With the contempt of the proud. | |
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