A Song of degrees of David.
Yahuah, my heart is not haughty, nor my eyes lofty: neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too high for me.
Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother: my soul is even as a weaned child.
Let Yashar'el hope in El-Yahuah from henceforth and forever.