| 1 | A song of ascents. Of David. My heart is not proud, O LORD, my eyes are not haughty; I do not concern myself with great matters or things too wonderful for me. | |
| 2 | But I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with its mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me. | |
| 3 | O Israel, put your hope in the LORD both now and forevermore. | |