1 O Lord, my heart is not proud. My eyes are not filled with pride. And I do not trouble myself with important things or in things too great 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 F or sure I have made my soul quiet like a child who no longer nurses while he is with his mother. My soul within me is like a child who no longer nurses.

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, now and forever.

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