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| | 1 | A Song of Ascents. Of David. LORD, my heart is not haughty, Nor my eyes lofty. Neither do I concern myself with great matters, Nor with things too profound for me. | |
| | 2 | Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul, Like a weaned child with his mother; Like a weaned child is my soul within me. | |
| | 3 | O Israel, hope in the LORD From this time forth and forever. | |
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