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.

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

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

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