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Childlike Trust in the Loʀᴅ.
A Song of Ascents. Of David.
1 Loʀᴅ, 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 calmed and quieted my soul;
Like a weaned child [resting] with his mother,
My soul is like a weaned child within me [composed and freed from discontent].
3 O Israel, hope in the Loʀᴅ
From this time forth and forever.