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To you I lift up my eyes, O you who are enthroned in the heavens!
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As the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes look to the LORD our God, until he has mercy upon us.
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Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us, for we have had more than enough of contempt.
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Our soul has had more than its fill of the scorn of those who are at ease, of the contempt of the proud.
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