1 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.

O Lord, my heart is not proud, nor my eyes haughty; Nor do I involve myself in great matters, Or in things too difficult for me.

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

Surely I have composed and quieted my soul; Like a weaned child rests against his mother, My soul is like a weaned child within me.

3 I srael doth wait on Jehovah, From henceforth, and unto the age!

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