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A Song of degrees. Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens (123:1) 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 (123:2) Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt (123:3) 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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