[A song of degrees of Dauid.] Lord, my heart is not haughtie, nor mine eyes loftie: neither doe I exercise my selfe in great matters, or in things too high for mee.
Surely I haue behaued and quieted my selfe as a child that is weaned of his mother: my soule is euen as a weaned childe.
Let Israel hope in the Lord, from henceforth and for euer.