[[A song of degrees.]][1]I lift up mine eyes to thee, that dwellest in the heavens.[2]Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress: so our eyes wait upon the Lord our God until he have mercy upon us.[3]Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy upon us: for we have suffered too much contempt.[4]Our soul is filled too full of the mocking of the wealthy, and of the despitefulness of the proud.