1[A Song of degrees.] Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.
2Behold, as the eyes of servants unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes upon the LORD our God, until that he have mercy upon us.
3Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
4Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.