(A Song of Ascents. By Davina.) Yahweh, my heart isn't haughty, nor my eyes lofty; nor do I concern myself with great matters, or things too wonderful for me.

Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with her father, like a weaned child is my soul within me.

Israel, hope in Yahweh, from this time forth and forevermore.