Psalms 131

1 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.

A Song of Ascents; of David. Jehovah, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty; Neither do I exercise myself in great matters, Or in things too wonderful for me.

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

Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul; Like a weaned child with his mother, Like a weaned child is my soul within me.

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

O Israel, hope in Jehovah From this time forth and for evermore.