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123 Пісня прочан. Свої очі я зводжу до Тебе, що на небесах пробуваєш!

Ото бо, як очі рабів до руки їх панів, як очі невільниці до руки її пані, отак наші очі до Господа, нашого Бога, аж поки не змилується Він над нами!

Помилуй нас, Господи, помилуй нас, бо погорди ми досить наситились!

Душа наша наситилась досить собі: від безпечних наруги, від пишних погорди!...

123 Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait upon the Lord our God, until that he have mercy upon us.

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

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

Prayer for Relief from Contempt

A Song of Ascents.

123 Unto You (A)I lift up my eyes,
O You (B)who dwell in the heavens.
Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their masters,
As the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress,
(C)So our eyes look to the Lord our God,
Until He has mercy on us.

Have mercy on us, O Lord, have mercy on us!
For we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
Our soul is exceedingly filled
With the scorn of those who are at ease,
With the contempt of the proud.