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A Song of degrees.
1 O thou that sittest in the heav’ns, I lift mine eyes to thee. 2 Lo, as the servant’s eyes unto hand of their masters be: as maid’s 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.