{A Song of degrees.
Of David.}
Jehovah, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty;
neither do I exercise myself in great matters, and in things too wonderful for me.
Surely I have restrained and composed my soul, like a weaned child with its mother: my soul within me is as a weaned child.
Let Israel hope in Jehovah, from henceforth and for evermore.