1 A song of the degrees. Unto thee do I lift up my eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.2 Behold, as the eyes of servants are directed unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress: thus are our eyes directed unto the Lord our God, until he be gracious unto us.3 Be gracious unto us, O Lord! be gracious unto us; for we are overburdened with contempt.4 Our soul is overburdened with the scorn of those who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud oppressors.