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Psalm 122
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A Song of Degrees. Unto thee who dwellest in heaven have I lifted up mine eyes.
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Behold, as the eyes of servants are directed to the hands of their masters, and as the eyes of a maid-servant to the hands of her mistress; so our eyes are directed to the Lord our God, until he have mercy upon us.
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Have pity upon us, O Lord, have pity upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
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Yea, our soul has been exceedingly filled with it: let the reproach be to them that are at ease, and contempt to the proud.
