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of degrees. Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens. |
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Behold, as the eyes of servants unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes upon the LORD our God, until that he have mercy upon us. |
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Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt. |
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Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, with the contempt of the proud. |