Childlike Trust in the LORD.

A Song of Ascents, of David.

1 O LORD, my heart is not proud, nor my eyes haughty;
          Nor do I involve myself in great matters,
          Or in things too difficult for me.

2 Surely I have composed and quieted my soul;
          Like a weaned child rests against his mother,
          My soul is like a weaned child within me.

3 O Israel, hope in the LORD
          From this time forth and forever.