A Songof degrees. Untothee lift I upmine eyes, O thou that dwellestin the heavens. Behold, as the eyesof servants look untothe handof their masters, and as the eyesof a maidenuntothe handof her mistress; soour eyes wait uponthe LORDour God, untilthat he have mercy uponus. Have mercy uponus, O LORD, have mercy uponus: forwe are exceedinglyfilledwith contempt. Our soulis exceedinglyfilledwith the scorningof those that are at ease, and with the contemptof the proud.