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. O Lord, my heart is not haughty, my eyes are not lofty, I walk not among great things, things too wonderful 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.

Yes, I have soothed and stilled myself, like a young child on his mother’s lap; like a young child am I.

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

O Israel, hope in the Lord from now and for evermore.