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A Song of the going up. Of David. Lord, there is no pride in my heart and my eyes are not lifted up; and I have not taken part in great undertakings, or in things over-hard for me.
See, I have made my soul calm and quiet, like a child on its mother's breast; my soul is like a child on its mother's breast.
O Israel, have hope in the Lord, from this time and for ever.