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. David’s. O Yahweh, my heart, is not haughty, nor are mine eyes, lofty, neither have I moved among great matters, or among affairs 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.

Surely I have soothed and silenced my soul, —like a weaned child, concerning his mother, like a weaned child, concerning myself—mine own soul.

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

Wait, O Israel, for Yahweh, from this time forth, even to times age-abiding.