O LORD, my heart is not proud, nor my eyesa Or loftyhaughty; Nor do Ib Lit go after, walkinvolve myself in great matters, Or in things tooc Or marvelousdifficult for me.
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Surely I have composed and quieted my soul; Like a weaned child restsd Or uponagainst his mother, My soul is like a weaned childe Or uponwithin me.
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O Israel, hope in the LORD From this time forth and forever.