(A song of ascents.)

Unto thee I lift up my eyes, unto thee, who dwellest in the heavens.

See how the eyes of servants are fixed on the hands of their masters, the eyes of a maid on the hand of her mistress! Our eyes, too, are fixed on the Lord our God, waiting for him to shew mercy on us.

Have mercy on us, Lord, have mercy on us; we have had our fill of man’s derision.

Our hearts can bear no more to be the scorn of luxury, the derision of the proud.