Cantique des degrés. De David.
A song of ascents. Of David. My heart is not proud, O LORD, my eyes are not haughty. I do not aspire to great things or matters too lofty for me.
Loin de là, j’ai l’âme calme et tranquille,
Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with his mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me.
Israël, mets ton espoir en l’Éternel,
O Israel, put your hope in the LORD, both now and forevermore.