1 Yahweh, my heart isn't haughty, nor my eyes lofty; Nor do I concern myself with great matters, Or things too wonderful for me.
2 Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul, Like a weaned child with his mother, Like a weaned child is my soul within me.
3 Israel, hope in Yahweh, From this time forth and forevermore.
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