A song of degrees.
1 O Thou that sittest in the heav’ns,
I lift mine eyes to thee.
2 Lo, as the servants eyes unto
hand of their masters be:
As maids eyes to her mistress hand,
so are our eyes unto
the Lord our God, until that he
shall mercy to us show.
3 O Lord be merciful to us,
merciful to us be:
because that filled with contempt
exceedingly are we.
4 With scorn of those that be at ease,
our soul’s fill’d very much:
also of those that great ones are,
ev’n with contempt of such.