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0. A song of degrees.
1. 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.