A Song of Ascents;
of David.
LORD, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty;
neither do I exercise myself in things too great, or in things too wonderful for me.
Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul;
like a weaned child with his mother;
my soul is with me like a weaned child.
O Israel, hope in the LORD from this time forth and for ever.