Yahweh, my heart isn’t haughty, nor my eyes lofty; Neither do I concern myself with great matters, Or things too wonderful for me.
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 Yahweh, From this time forth and forevermore. Psalm 132 A Song of Ascents.
