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                            123:1
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                            (上行之诗。)坐在天上的主啊,我向你举目。
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                            (Psalm 123       A Song of Ascents.)Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that sittest in the heavens.
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                            123:2
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                            看哪,仆人的眼睛怎样望主人的手,使女的眼睛怎样望主母的手,我们的眼睛也照样望耶和华我们的神,直到他怜悯我们。
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                            Behold, as the eyes of servants [look] unto the hand of       their master, As the eyes of a maid unto the hand of her mistress; So our eyes [look] unto Jehovah our God, Until he have mercy upon us.
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                            123:3
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                            耶和华啊,求你怜悯我们,怜悯我们!因为我们被藐视,已到极处。
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                            Have mercy upon us, O Jehovah, have mercy upon us; For we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
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                            123:4
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                            我们被那些安逸人的讥诮和骄傲人的藐视,已到极处。
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                            Our soul is exceedingly filled With the scoffing of those that are at ease, And with the contempt of the proud.
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