A pilgrimage song. Of David.
1Lord, my heart isn’t proud;
my eyes aren’t conceited.
I don’t get involved with things too great or wonderful for me.
2No. But I have calmed and quieted myself#Or my soul
like a weaned child on its mother;
I’m like the weaned child that is with me.
3Israel, wait for the Lord
from now until forever from now!
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