psalm

Psalm 131

A pilgrimage song. Of David.

131 
Lord, my heart isn’t proud;
my eyes aren’t conceited.
I don’t get involved with things too great or wonderful for me.
No. But I have calmed and quieted myself[a]
like a weaned child on its mother;
I’m like the weaned child that is with me.
Israel, wait for the Lord—
from now until forever from now!

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 131:2 Or my soul