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.

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.

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.

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

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