1 A song of ascents. Unto you I lift up my eyes, O you that dwell in the heavens.2 Behold, as the eyes of servants 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 has mercy upon us.3 Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorn of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.