Childlike Trust in God
A song of ascents. Of David.
O Lord, my heart is not proud, nor are my eyes raised too high.
I do not concern myself with great affairs or with things too sublime for me.
Rather, I have stilled and calmed my soul, hushed it like a weaned child.
Like a weaned child held in its mother’s arms, so is my soul within me.
O Israel, put your hope in the Lord both now and forevermore.