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¹ A song of degrees. I lift vp mine eyes to thee, that dwellest in the heauens.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.³ Haue mercie vpon vs, O Lorde, haue mercie vpon vs: for we haue suffered too much contempt.⁴ Our soule is filled too full of ye mocking of the wealthy, & of the despitefulnes of the proude.