- A Song of Ascents;
- Jehovah, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty;
Neither do I exercise myself in great matters, Or in things too wonderful for me.
- Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul;
Like a weaned child with his mother, Like a weaned child is my soul within me.
- O Israel, hope in Jehovah From this time forth and for evermore.