Psalms 131

1 A song of degrees or Psalme of David. Lord, mine heart is not hautie, neither are mine eyes loftie, neither haue I walked in great matters and hid from 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 haue behaued my selfe, like one wained from his mother, and kept silence: I am in my selfe as one that is wained.

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 waite on the Lord from hencefoorth and for euer.

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