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A song of ascents. Of David.
My heart is not-proud, O LORD,
my eyes are not-haughty;
I do not concern myself with great matters
or things to wonderful for me.
But I have stilled and quieted my soul;
like a weaned child with its mother,
like a weaned child is my soul within me.
O Israel, put your hope in the LORD
both now and forevermore.
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