A Ma῾alot Poem of David. Lord, my heart is not haughty, nor my eyes lofty: nor do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too high for me.

A song of ascents, of David. O L rd, my heart has not been haughty, and my eyes have not been uplifted, nor have I gone about with grandeurs and glories unbefitting me [(unlike my son Solomon, who disported himself thus)].

Surely I have stilled and quieted myself, like a weaned child beside his mother: my soul within me is like a weaned child.

[Let it be requited of me] if I did not set and repose my soul [upon You] as a suckling upon its mother. As a suckling [upon You] was my soul with me.

Let Yisra᾽el hope in the Lord from henceforth and for ever.

Hope, O Israel, to the L rd, from now and forevermore.