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123:1	Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.
123:2	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 that he have mercy upon us.
123:3	Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
123:4	Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.


123:1	A song of degrees. I lift vp mine eyes to thee, that dwellest in the heauens.
123:2	Behold, as the eyes of seruants looke vnto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a mayden vnto the hand of her mistres: so our eyes waite vpon the Lord our God vntil he haue mercie vpon vs.
123:3	Haue mercie vpon vs, O Lord, haue mercie vpon vs: for we haue suffered too much contempt.
123:4	Our soule is filled too full of ye mocking of the wealthy, and of the despitefulnes of the proude.


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