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.

שִׁיר הַֽמַּֽעֲלוֹת לְדָוִד יְהוָה ׀ לֹא־גָבַהּ לִבִּי וְלֹא־רָמוּ עֵינַי וְלֹֽא־הִלַּכְתִּי ׀ בִּגְדֹלוֹת וּבְנִפְלָאוֹת 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־לֹא שִׁוִּיתִי ׀ וְדוֹמַמְתִּי נַפְשִׁי כְּגָמֻל עֲלֵי אִמּוֹ כַּגָּמֻל עָלַי נַפְשִֽׁי׃

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

יַחֵל יִשְׂרָאֵל אֶל־יְהוָה מֵֽעַתָּה וְעַד־עוֹלָֽם׃