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Unto thee I lift up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.
2
Behold, as the eyes of slaves 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 he shall have mercy upon us.
3 Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us, for we are exceedingly weary of being held in contempt. 4 Our soul is exceedingly weary of the scorning of those that are at ease and of the contempt of the proud.