A Song
of degrees.
Unto thee lift I up
mine eyes,
O thou that dwellest
in the heavens.
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.
Have mercy
upon us, O LORD,
have mercy
upon us: for we are exceedingly
filled
with contempt.
Our soul
is exceedingly
filled
with the scorning
of those that are at ease,
and with the contempt
of the proud.
