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. O Lord, my heart is not haughty, my eyes are not lofty, I walk not among great things, 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.

Yes, I have soothed and stilled myself, like a young child on his mother’s lap; like a young child am I.

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

O Israel, hope in the Lord from now and for evermore.