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A song of ascents. Of David. O Lord, my heart is not haughty, my eyes are not lofty, I walk not among great things, things too wonderful for me.

Yes, I have soothed and stilled myself,
like a young child on his mother’s lap;
like a young child am I.

O Israel, hope in the Lord
from now and for evermore.

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