A Song of Ascents, of David. ¹ 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 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 O Israel, hope in the LORD
From this time forth and forever.