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A song of ascents. Of David. My heart is not proud, O LORD, my eyes are not haughty. I do not aspire to great things or matters too lofty for me.

Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with his mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me.

O Israel, put your hope in the LORD, both now and forevermore.

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