A Song of Ascents. Of David.
O Jehovah, my heart is not proud, nor have my eyes been
lofty; nor have I walked in great things, nor in things
too wondrous for me. Surely I have set myself and
have quieted my soul, like one weaned by its mother; my
soul on me is like one weaned. Let Israel hope in
Jehovah, from now and till forever.