The Book of Psalms

 1 Unto thee ^alift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

 2 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.

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

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