A Childlike Spirit
A Davidic song of ascents.
1 Lord, my heart is not proud; my eyes are not haughty. I do not get involved with things too great or too difficult for me.2 Instead, I have calmed and quieted myself like a little weaned child with its mother; I am like a little child.
3 Israel, put your hope in the Lord, both now and forever.
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