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- {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.
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- Surely I have restrained and composed my soul, like a weaned child with its mother: my soul within me is as a weaned child.
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- Let Israel hope in Jehovah, from henceforth and for evermore.
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