Psalms 131

1 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.

Orin fún ìgòkè. Ti Dafidi. Olúwa àyà mi kò gbéga, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ojú mi kò gbé sókè: bẹ́ẹ̀ ni èmi kò fi ọwọ́ mi lé ọ̀ràn ńlá, tàbí lé ohun tí ó ga jù mí lọ.

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.

Nítòótọ́ èmi mú ọkàn mi sinmi, mo sì mú un dákẹ́ jẹ́ẹ́, bí ọmọ tí a ti ọwọ́ ìyá rẹ̀ gbà ní ẹnu ọmú: ọkàn mi rí gẹ́gẹ́ bí ọmọ tí a já ní ẹnu ọmú.

3 O Israel, put your hope in the LORD, both now and forevermore.

Israẹli, ìwọ ní ìrètí ní ti Olúwa láti ìsinsin yìí lọ àti láéláé.