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1 К Тебе возведох очи мои, Живущему на небеси.

A Song of degrees. To thee 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 look to the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden to the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait upon the LORD our God, until he shall have mercy upon us.

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

Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

4 наипаче наполнися душа наша поношения гобзующих и уничижения гордых.

Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.