| A Song of degrees of David. 1 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. 2 Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, As a child that is weaned of his mother: My soul is even as a weaned child. 3 Let Israel hope in the LORD From henceforth and for ever. |