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.

1 'n Bedevaartslied. Van Dawid. o HERE, 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!