1 O Lord, my heart is not lifted up; my eyes are not raised too high; I do not occupy myself with things too great and too marvelous for me.
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God, I'm not trying to rule the roost, I don't want to be king of the mountain. I haven't meddled where I have no business or fantasized grandiose plans.
2 But I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child is my soul within me.
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I've kept my feet on the ground, I've cultivated a quiet heart. Like a baby content in its mother's arms, my soul is a baby content.
3 O Israel, hope in the Lord from this time forth and forevermore.
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Wait, Israel, for God. Wait with hope. Hope now; hope always!