Psalms 131
Open in the reader1A Song of Ascents. Of Beloved. My heart is not proud, O He-Who-Is, my eyes are not haughty. I do not aspire to great things or matters too lofty for me.
2Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with his mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me.
3O Strives-with-God, put your hope in He-Who-Is, both now and forevermore.