| 1 | Unto
thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens. |
| 2 | 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. |
| 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 that are at ease, and with the
contempt of the proud. |