1Childlike trust in Jehovah.
A Song of Ascents; of David.
Jehovah, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty;Neither do I 1exercise myself in great matters,Or in things too wonderful for me.2Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul;Like a weaned child with his mother,Like a weaned child is my soul within me.3O Israel, hope in JehovahFrom this time forth and for evermore.