1 Unto thee I lift up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

2 Behold, as the eyes of slaves look unto the hand of their masters and as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress, so our eyes wait upon the Lord our God, until he shall have mercy upon us.

3 Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy upon us, for we are exceedingly weary of being held in contempt.

4 Our soul is exceedingly weary of the scorning of those that are at ease and of the contempt of the proud.