A Song of Ascents. By Dawud.
1Allah, my heart isn’t haughty, nor my eyes lofty;
Nor do I concern myself with great matters,
Or things too profound for me.
2Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul,
Like a weaned child with his mother,
Like a weaned child is my soul within me.
3Israel, hope in Allah,
From this time forth and forevermore.