A song of ascents. Of David.

Lord, my heart is not proud; nor are my eyes haughty.

I do not busy myself with great matters, with things too sublime for me.

Rather, I have stilled my soul, hushed it like a weaned child.

Like a weaned child on its mother's lap, so is my soul within me.

Israel, hope in the Lord, now and forever.

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