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1 A song of ascents,2 by David.
O Lord, my heart is not proud,
nor do I have a haughty look.3 I do not have great aspirations,
or concern myself with things that are beyond me.4 2 Indeed5 I am composed and quiet,6 like a young child carried by its mother;7 I am content like the young child I carry.8 3 O Israel, hope in the Lord
now and forevermore!