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| 1. | {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. |
| 2. | Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with his mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me. |
| 3. | Israel, hope in Yahweh, from this time forth and forevermore. |