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.