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.

Orin fún ìgòkè. Ti Dafidi. Olúwa àyà mi kò gbéga, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ojú mi kò gbé sókè: bẹ́ẹ̀ ni èmi kò fi ọwọ́ mi lé ọ̀ràn ńlá, tàbí lé ohun tí ó ga jù mí lọ.

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.

Nítòótọ́ èmi mú ọkàn mi sinmi, mo sì mú un dákẹ́ jẹ́ẹ́, bí ọmọ tí a ti ọwọ́ ìyá rẹ̀ gbà ní ẹnu ọmú: ọkàn mi rí gẹ́gẹ́ bí ọmọ tí a já ní ẹnu ọmú.

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

Israẹli, ìwọ ní ìrètí ní ti Olúwa láti ìsinsin yìí lọ àti láéláé.