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A song of ascents, by David.
1 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!
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