The Book of Psalms
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A Song of Ascents; of David.
Yahweh, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty; Neither do I exercise myself in great matters, Or in things too wonderful 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, hope in Yahweh From this time forth and for evermore.
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