A song of ascents. Of David.
  1My heart is not proud, Lord,
   my eyes are not haughty;
  I do not concern myself with great matters
   or things too wonderful for me.
  2But I have calmed and quieted myself,
   I am like a weaned child with its mother;
   like a weaned child I am content.

  3Israel, put your hope in the Lord
   both now and forevermore.