A song of degrees or Psalme of Dauid.
Lorde, mine heart is not hautie, neither are mine eyes loftie, neither haue I walked in great matters and hid from me.
Surely I haue behaued my selfe, like one wained from his mother, and kept silence: I am in my selfe as one that is wained.
Let Israel waite on the Lord from hencefoorth and for euer.