Psalms 131
A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem. A psalm of David.
1 "LORD, my heart is not proud; my eyes are not haughty. I don't concern myself with matters too great or too awesome for me to grasp."
2 Instead, I have calmed and quieted myself,
like a weaned child who no longer cries for its mother's milk.
Yes, like a weaned child is my soul within me.
3 O Israel, put your hope in the LORD—
now and always.
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