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A Childlike Spirit

A song of ascents. Of David.

131 Lord, my heart is not proud;
my eyes are not haughty.(A)
I do not get involved with things
too great or too wondrous for me.(B)
Instead, I have calmed and quietened my soul
like a weaned child with its mother;
my soul is like a weaned child.(C)

Israel, put your hope in the Lord,
both now and for ever.(D)