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A Song of degrees of David. Lord, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty: Neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too high for me.

Surely I have behaved and quieted myself,
As a child that is weaned of his mother:
My soul is even as a weaned child.

Let Israel hope in the Lord
From henceforth and for ever.

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