A Song of Degrees. Unto thee who dwellest in heaven have I lifted up mine eyes.
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.
Have pity upon us, O Lord, have pity upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
[Yea], our soul has been exceedingly filled [with it]: [let] the reproach [be] to them that are at ease, and contempt to the proud.