1O יהוה, my heart has not been proud, Nor have my eyes been haughty. Neither have I concerned myself with great matters, Nor with those too wondrous for me.
2Have I not calmed, and kept my being silent, Like one weaned by its mother? My being is like one weaned.
3O Yisra’ĕl, wait for יהוה, Now and forever.
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