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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 mother’s breast:
I’m like a weaned child. 3 Let Israel then stay with expectation on the Lord, from henceforth and for aye.