LORD, my heart isn’t arrogant, nor my eyes lofty;
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.
Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul,
Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with his mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me.
Israel, hope in the LORD,
O Israel, put your hope in the LORD, both now and forevermore.