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.

2Surely I have restrained and composed my soul, like a weaned child with its mother: my soul within me is as a weaned child.

3Let Israel hope in Jehovah, from henceforth and for evermore.