PS-123:1 A Song of degrees. Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O

thou that

dwellest in the heavens.

PS-123:2 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.

PS-123:3 Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us: for we

are

exceedingly filled with contempt.

PS-123:4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of

those that are at

ease, [and] with the contempt of the proud.

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