A song of the ascents.{HR}Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes,{HR}O thou that dwellest in the heavens.
Behold, as eyes of servants unto their masters’ hand,{HR}As a handmaid’s eyes unto her mistress’s hand,{HR}So [are] our eyes unto Jehovah our God{HR}Until he be gracious to us.
Be gracious to us, Jehovah,{HR}Be gracious to us,{HR}For greatly are we filled with contempt.
Greatly is our soul filled with the scorning of those at ease,{HR}The contempt of the proud.