A Songof degreesof David. LORD, my heartis nothaughty, normine eyeslofty: neitherdo I exercisemyself in great matters, or in things too highforme. SurelyI have behavedand quietedmyself, as a child that is weanedofhis mother: my soul is even as a weaned child. Let Israelhopeinthe LORDfrom henceforthand forever.