1 A Song of the going up. Of David. Lord, there is no pride in my heart and my eyes are not lifted up; and I have not taken part in great undertakings, or in things over-hard for me.2 See, I have made my soul calm and quiet, like a child on its mother's breast; my soul is like a child on its mother's breast.3 O Israel, have hope in the Lord, from this time and for ever.

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