Salmos 131

Berusting.

1 'n BEDEVAARTSLIED. Van Dawid.

oHere, my hart is nie hoog en my oë nie trots nie; ook wandel ek nie in dinge wat vir my te groot en te wonderbaar is nie.

2 Waarlik, ek het my siel tot bedaring gebring en stilgemaak; soos 'n gespeende kind by sy moeder, soos 'n gespeende kind is my siel in my.

3 Wag op die Here, o Israel, van nou af tot in ewigheid!

A Song of Ascents; of David.

1 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 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 O Israel, hope in Jehovah

From this time forth and for evermore.