Childlike Trust in the LORD.

A Song of [a]Ascents. Of David.

1LORD, my heart is not proud, nor my eyes haughty;

Nor do I involve myself in great matters,

Or in things too difficult for me.

2Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul;

Like a weaned child [resting] with his mother,

My soul is like a weaned child within me [composed and freed from discontent].

3O Israel, hope in the LORD

From this time forth and forever.