I Have Stilled My Soul

A song of ascents. Of David.

My heart is not proud, O LORD,

my eyes are not haughty.

I do not aspire to great things

or matters too lofty for me.

Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul;

like a weaned child with his mother,

like a weaned child is my soul within me.

O Israel, put your hope in the LORD,

both now and forevermore.