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Psa 123:1 |
¶ | [[A Song of degrees.]] Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens. |
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Psa 123:2 |
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 that he have mercy upon us. | |
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Psa 123:3 |
Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt. | |
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Psa 123:4 |
Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, [and] with the contempt of the proud. |




























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