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

Пѣ́снь степе́ней, р҃к҃в҃.

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

Къ тебѣ̀ возведо́хъ ѻ҆́чи моѝ, живꙋ́щемꙋ на нб҃сѝ.

³

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

²

Сѐ, ꙗ҆́кѡ ѻ҆́чи ра̑бъ въ рꙋкꙋ̀ госпо́дїй свои́хъ, ꙗ҆́кѡ ѻ҆́чи рабы́ни въ рꙋкꙋ̀ госпожѝ своеѧ̀: та́кѡ ѻ҆́чи на́ши ко гдⷭ҇ꙋ бг҃ꙋ на́шемꙋ, до́ндеже оу҆ще́дритъ ны̀.

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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.

³

Поми́лꙋй на́съ, гдⷭ҇и, поми́лꙋй на́съ, ꙗ҆́кѡ помно́гꙋ и҆спо́лнихомсѧ оу҆ничиже́нїѧ: