Psalms 131

1 A Song of Ascents. David’s. O Yahweh, my heart, is not haughty, nor are mine eyes, lofty, neither have I moved among great matters, or among affairs 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 soothed and silenced my soul, —like a weaned child, concerning his mother, like a weaned child, concerning myself—mine own 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 Wait, O Israel, for Yahweh, from this time forth, even to times age-abiding.

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