1A Song of the Ascents. Unto Thee I have lifted up mine eyes, O dweller in the heavens. 2Lo, as eyes of men-servants `Are' unto the hand of their masters, As eyes of a maid-servant `Are' unto the hand of her mistress, So `are' our eyes unto Jehovah our God, Till that He doth favour us. 3Favour us, O Jehovah, favour us, For greatly have we been filled with contempt, 4Greatly hath our soul been filled With the scorning of the easy ones, With the contempt of the arrogant!
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Thus saith Jehovah: Yet again there shall be heard in this place, whereof ye say, It is waste, without man and without beast, even in the cities of Judah, and in the streets of Jerusalem, that are desolate, without man and without inhabitant and without beast,
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