| 1 | 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. Psalm 132 A Song of Ascents. |