A Song of degrees.

1 Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

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.

3 Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us: For we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, And with the contempt of the proud.