A Song
of degrees
of David.
LORD,
my heart
is not haughty,
nor mine eyes
lofty:
neither do I exercise
myself in great matters,
or in things too high
for me.
Surely I have behaved
and quieted
myself,
as a child that is weaned
of his mother:
my soul
is even as a weaned child.
Let Israel
hope
in the LORD
from henceforth and for
ever.
