1 | LORD, my heart is not proud; my eyes are not haughty. I don't concern myself with matters too great or too awesome for me to grasp. |
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2 | Instead, I have calmed and quieted myself, like a weaned child who no longer cries for its mother's milk. Yes, like a weaned child is my soul within me. |
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3 | O Israel, put your hope in the LORD-- now and always. A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem. |
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