Psalm 123

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1} Song of ascensions. To thee dwelling in the heavens I lifted up mine eyes. ^{Tools
2} Behold, as the eyes of servants to the hand of their lords, as the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes are to Jehovah our God, even till he compassionate us.

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3} Compassionate us, O Jehovah, compassionate us: for we were much filled with contempt ^{Tools
4} Much was our soul filled with it, a derision of those living at ease the contempt of the proud.