1A 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.
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, put your hope in the Lord,
both now and forevermore.