| 1 | Jehovah, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty; Neither do I exercise myself in great matters, Or in 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 | O Israel, hope in Jehovah From this time forth and for evermore. Psalm 132 A Song of Ascents. |