A Song of Ascents, of David.

1O LORD, my heart is not proud, nor my eyes haughty;
         Nor do I involve myself in great matters,
         Or in things too difficult for me.

2Surely I have composed and quieted my soul;
         Like a weaned child rests against his mother,
         My soul is like a weaned child within me.

3O Israel, hope in the LORD
         From this time forth and forever.

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