¹⁵ My eyes are ever upon the Lord,
    who frees my feet from the snare.^(A)

⁸² My eyes long to see your promise.^(A)
    When will you comfort me?

² Yes, like the eyes of servants
    on the hand of their masters,
Like the eyes of a maid
    on the hand of her mistress,
So our eyes are on the Lord our God,
    till we are shown favor.

⁸ For my eyes are upon you, O Lord, my Lord;^(A)
    in you I take refuge; do not take away my soul.

¹⁴ Like a swallow I chirp;
    I moan like a dove.
My eyes grow weary looking heavenward:
    Lord, I am overwhelmed; go security for me!