A Song of Ascents. By David. Yahweh, my heart isn't haughty, nor my eyes lofty; Nor do I concern myself with great matters, Or things too wonderful for me.

Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul, Like a weaned child with his mother, Like a weaned child is my soul within me.

Israel, hope in Yahweh, From this time forth and forevermore.