My heart is not exalted, LORD,
nor lofty is my eye.
I’m not consumed with things too great,
nor things for me too high,
nor things for me too high.
But I have calmed and stilled my soul,
just like a little child—
now weaned, he on his mother rests,
with soul content and mild,
with soul content and mild.
O Isr’el, put your hope in God;
now rest upon the LORD.
And trust in him from this time forth,
both now and evermore,
both now and evermore.