1 A gradual canticle. To thee have I lifted up my eyes, who dwellest in heaven.

2 Behold as the eyes of servants are on the hands of their masters, As the eyes of the handmaid are on the hands of her mistress: so are our eyes unto the Lord our God, until he have mercy on us.

3 Have mercy on us, O Lord, have mercy on us: for we are greatly filled with contempt.

4 For our soul is greatly filled: we are a reproach to the rich, and contempt to the proud.