A song of ascents. Of David.
131 1 My Father, my heart is not proud, and my eyes are not haughty; I do not busy myself with matters too great and too wonderful for me. 2 Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child is my soul within me. 3 Israel, put your hope in our Father, now and forevermore.
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