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“1 ¶ <<A Song of degrees.>> 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.” (Psalms 123:1-4 AV)
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