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A Song of Ascents. By David.
1 Yahweh, my heart isn’t haughty, nor my eyes lofty;
Nor do I concern myself with great matters,
Or 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 Israel, hope in Yahweh,
From this time forth and forevermore.
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