1(A Song of Ascents; of Dawad) تتراجراماتون, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty; Neither do I exercise myself in great matters, Or in things too wonderful for me.

2Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul; Like a weaned child with his mother, Like a weaned child is my soul within me.

3O Israel, hope in تتراجراماتون From this time forth and for evermore.