A song of degrees, of David.
1 MY heart’s not haughty, Lord,
nor lofty are mine eyes:
in things too great, or high for me,
is not mine exercise.
2 Surely myself I have
compos'd, and made to rest,
like as a child that weaned is,
from off his mothers breast:
I’m like a weaned child.
3 Let Israel then stay
with expectation on the Lord,
from henceforth and for aye.