Childlike Trust in the Lord.
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 childrestsagainst his mother,
My soul is like a weaned child within me.
3 O Israel, hope in the Lord
From this time forth and forever.
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