1O Lord, my heart is not lifted up;

my eyes are not raised too high;

I do not occupy myself with things

too great and too marvelous for me.*

2But I have calmed and quieted my soul,

like a weaned child with its mother;

my soul is like the weaned child that is with me.t^,*

3O Israel, hope in the Lord

from this time on and forevermore.*