Psalms 131

1 A Song of degrees. Of David. Jehovah, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty; neither do I exercise myself in great matters, and in things too wonderful for me.

Nyimbo yoyimba pokwera ku Yerusalemu. Salimo la Davide. Inu Yehova, mtima wanga siwodzikuza, maso anga siwonyada; sinditengeteka mtima ndi zinthu zapamwamba ndi zodabwitsa.

2 Surely I have restrained and composed my soul, like a weaned child with its mother: my soul within me is as a weaned child.

Koma moyo wanga ndawutontholetsa ndi kuwukhalitsa chete ngati mwana amene amayi ake amuletsa kuyamwa, moyo wanga mʼkati mwanga uli ngati mwana amene amuletsa kuyamwa.

3 Let Israel hope in Jehovah, from henceforth and for evermore.

Yembekeza Yehova, iwe Israeli, kuyambira tsopano mpaka muyaya.