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1  A song of ascents, by David. 
O Lord, my heart is not proud, 
nor do I have a haughty look. 
I do not have great aspirations, 
or concern myself with things that are beyond me. 
2  Indeed I am composed and quiet, 
like a young child carried by its mother; 
I am content like the young child I carry. 
3  O Israel, hope in the Lord 
now and forevermore!