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| 1 A song of ascents. Of David. My heart is not proud, O LORD, my eyes are not haughty; I do not concern myself with great matters or things too wonderful for me. |
| 2 But I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with its mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me. |
| 3 O Israel, put your hope in the LORD both now and forevermore. |
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