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1 К Тебе возведох очи мои, Живущему на небеси.

“A song of the degrees.” Unto thee do I lift up my eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

2 Се, яко очи раб в руку господий своих, яко очи рабыни в руку госпожи своея: тако очи наши ко Господу Богу нашему, дондеже ущедрит ны.

Behold, as the eyes of servants are directed unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress: thus are our eyes directed unto the Lord our God, until he be gracious unto us.

3 Помилуй нас, Господи, помилуй нас, яко помногу исполнихомся уничижения:

Be gracious unto us, O Lord! be gracious unto us; for we are overburdened with contempt.

4 наипаче наполнися душа наша поношения гобзующих и уничижения гордых.

Our soul is overburdened with the scorn of those who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud oppressors.