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1 A songe of the steares. Vnto the lyft I vp myne eyes, thou that dwellest in the heauens.
2 Beholde, euen as the eyes of seruauntes loke vnto the hande of their masters: and as the eyes of a mayden vnto the hande of her mastresse, euen so our eyes wayte vpon the Lorde oure God, vntyll he haue mercy vpon vs.
3 Haue mercy vpon vs, O Lorde, haue mercy vpon vs, for we are vtterly despysed.
4 Oure soule is fylled wyth the scornefull reprofe of the welthy, and wyth the despitefulnesse of the proude.