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[A song of high degrees (made) of Dauid.] 1 O God I am not hygh mynded, I haue no proude lokes: I haue not vsed to walke in greater & waightier matters then I ought to do. 2 Nay I haue restrayned my soule, and kept it lowe like a chylde that is weaned from his mother: yea my soule is within me as a weaned chylde. 3 O Israel repose thou thy trust in God: from this time foorth for euermore.

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