1: (A Song of Ascents. By David.) Yahweh, my heart isn't haughty, nor my eyes lofty; Neither do I concern myself with great matters, Or things too wonderful for me. 2: Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul, Like a weaned child with his mother, Like a weaned child is my soul within me. 3: Israel, hope in Yahweh, From this time forth and forevermore.