Childlike Trust in the L{ORD}.

A Song of Ascents, of David.

1
O LORD, my heart is not proud, nor my eyes haughty;
Nor do I involve myself in great matters,
Or in things too difficult for me.

2
Surely I have composed and quieted my soul;
Like a weaned child {rests} against his mother,
My soul is like a weaned child within me.

3
O Israel, hope in the LORD
From this time forth and forever.