| 1 | [A song of ascents, by David.] O LORD, my heart is not proud, nor do I have a haughty look. I do not have great aspirations, or concern myself with things that are beyond me. |
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| 2 | Indeed I am composed and quiet, like a young child carried by its mother; I am content like the young child I carry. |
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| 3 | O Israel, hope in the LORD now and forevermore! |
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