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 degrees. Of David. Jehovah, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty; neither do I exercise myself in great matters, and 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 restrained and composed my soul, like a weaned child with its mother: my soul within me is as a weaned child.

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

Let Israel hope in Jehovah, from henceforth and for evermore.