1 Song of ascensions. To thee dwelling in the heavens I lifted up mine eyes. 2 Behold, as the eyes of servants to the hand of their lords, as the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes are to Jehovah our God, even till he compassionate us. 3 Compassionate us, O Jehovah, compassionate us: for we were much filled with contempt 4 Much was our soul filled with it, a derision of those living at ease the contempt of the proud. |