Unto thee lift I up mine eyes,

O thou that dwellest in the heavens. 

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.

Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy upon us:

For we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

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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