Psalms 131

1 A song of ascents; of David. Yahweh, my heart is not proud or my eyes haughty. I do not have great hopes for myself or concern myself with things that are beyond me.

Sabom-Pionjonañe, a i Davide Ry Iehovà, tsy mirenge ty troko, tsy miandra o masokoo; tsy ahoako o raha loho jabajabao, vaho ze loho sarots’ amako.

2 Indeed I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with his mother, my soul within me is like a weaned child.

Toe nampipendreñe naho nampitsiñe ty fiaiko iraho, manahake ty ajaja notaen-drene’e, ie hoe ajaja maota ty fiaiko.

3 Israel, hope in Yahweh now and forever.

O ry Israeleo, itamao t’Iehovà henane zao vaho nainai’e.