CAB(i)
1 A Song of Degrees. Unto You who dwells in heaven have I lifted up my eyes.
2 Behold, as the eyes of servants are directed to the hands of their masters, and as the eyes of a maidservant to the hands of her mistress; so our eyes are directed to the Lord our God, until He has mercy upon us.
3 Have pity upon us, O Lord, have pity upon us; for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
4 Yea, our soul has been exceedingly filled with it: let the reproach be to them that are at ease, and contempt to the proud.