¹

A Song of Degrees. Unto thee who dwellest in heaven have I lifted up mine eyes.

Пњснь степенаа, рк~в”

²

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.

¹

К тебњ` въꙁведохъ ѓ%чи мои`, живђщемђ на нб~си”

³

Have pity upon us, O Lord, have pity upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

²

Се^ ја%ко ѓ%чи рабъ в рђ'кђ господїи свои'хъ, ја%ко ѓ^чи рабыни в рђ'кђ госпожа` своеа`, ᲄа'ко ѓ^чи на'ши къ г~ђ б~ђ на'шемђ, до'ндеже ё^щедриT н^ы”

⁴

Yea, our soul has been exceedingly filled with it: let the reproach be to them that are at ease, and contempt to the proud.

³

Поми'лђй наs г~и, поми'лђй насъ, ја^ко по мно'гђ и^сполнихоMся ё^нишиже'нїа”