rPSA-123:1 A Song of degrees. Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O 
thou that dwellest in the heavens.



PSA-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.



PSA-123:3 Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us: for we 
are exceedingly filled with contempt.



PSA-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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