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A Song of Ascents. |
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Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that sittest in the heavens. |
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Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their
master, As the eyes of a maid unto the hand of her mistress; So our eyes
look unto YAHUVEH our YAHUVEH, Until he have mercy upon us. |
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Have mercy upon us, O YAHUVEH, have mercy upon us; For we are exceedingly
filled with contempt. |
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Our soul is exceedingly filled With the scoffing of those that are at
ease, And with the contempt of the proud. |