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.

שִׁ֥יר הַֽמַּֽעֲלֹ֗ות לְדָ֫וִ֥ד יְהוָ֤ה ׀ לֹא־גָבַ֣הּ לִ֭בִּי וְלֹא־רָמ֣וּ עֵינַ֑י וְלֹֽא־הִלַּ֓כְתִּי ׀ בִּגְדֹלֹ֖ות וּבְנִפְלָאֹ֣ות מִמֶּֽנִּי׃

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.

אִם־לֹ֤א שִׁוִּ֨יתִי ׀ וְדֹומַ֗מְתִּי נַ֫פְשִׁ֥י כְּ֭גָמֻל עֲלֵ֣י אִמֹּ֑ו כַּגָּמֻ֖ל עָלַ֣י נַפְשִֽׁי׃

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

יַחֵ֣ל יִ֝שְׂרָאֵל אֶל־יְהוָ֑ה מֵֽ֝עַתָּ֗ה וְעַד־עֹולָֽם׃