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A song of ascents.

I lift up my eyes to you, to you who sit enthroned^(a) in heaven.

As the eyes of slaves look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a female slave look to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes look to the Lord ^(b) our God, till he shows us his mercy.

Have mercy on us, Lord , have mercy on us, for we have endured no end of contempt.

We have endured no end of ridicule from the arrogant, of contempt from the proud.