¶ The song of the stairs. Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, thou that dwellest in the heavens.
Behold, even as the eyes of servants look unto the hands of their masters: and as the eyes of a maiden unto the hands of her mastress, even so our eyes wait upon the LORD our God, until he have mercy upon us.
Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us, for we are utterly despised.
Our soul is filled with the scornful reproof of the wealthy, and with the dispitefulness of the proud.
Praise the Everlasting Lord for His Faithful Word.