1 [A Song of Degrees.] I raise my eyes to you, O you who dwell in the heavens.
2 Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes wait upon the LORD our God until he has mercy upon us.
3 Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us, for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those who are at ease and with the contempt of the proud.