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1 | Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the
heavens. |
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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. |
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3 | Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us: for we are
exceedingly filled with contempt. |
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4 | Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that
are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud. |
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