1 L ord, my heart is not haughty, Nor my eyes lofty. Neither do I concern myself with great matters, Nor with things too profound for me.

A Song of the Ascents, by David. Jehovah, my heart hath not been haughty, Nor have mine eyes been high, Nor have I walked in great things, And in things too wonderful for me.

2 S urely I have calmed and quieted my soul, Like a weaned child with his mother; Like a weaned child is my soul within me.

Have I not compared, and kept silent my soul, As a weaned one by its mother? As a weaned one by me my soul.

3 O Israel, hope in the Lord From this time forth and forever.

Israel doth wait on Jehovah, From henceforth, and unto the age!