Psalms 131

1 “A song of the degrees by David.” O Lord, my heart was not haughty, nor were my eyes lofty: neither have I walked after matters too great, or those too wonderful for me.

The song of greces, `to Dauith himself. Lord, myn herte is not enhaunsid; nether myn iyen ben reisid. Nether Y yede in the grete thingis; nether in merueilis aboue me.

2 Surely I have pacified and stilled my soul, like the suckling on its mother's breast: like a suckling is in me my soul.

If Y feelide not mekely; but enhaunside my soule. As a childe wenyde on his modir; so yelding be in my soule.

3 Let Israel wait for the Lord from this time forth and for ever more.

Israel hope in the Lord; fro this tyme now and in to the world.