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Chapter 123
1
A song of ascents. 1 To you I raise my eyes, to you enthroned in heaven.
2
Yes, like the eyes of a servant on the hand of his master, Like the eyes of a maid on the hand of her mistress, So our eyes are on the LORD our God, till we are shown favor.
3
Show us favor, LORD, show us favor, for we have our fill of contempt.
4
We have our fill of insult from the insolent, of disdain from the arrogant.