TEHILLIM 131

A song of degrees. Of Dawiḏ. 1 O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄, my heart has not been proud, Nor have my eyes been haughty. Neither have I concerned myself with great matters, Nor with those too wondrous for me. 2 Have I not calmed, and kept my being silent, Like one weaned by its mother? My being is like one weaned. 3 O Yisra’ĕl, wait for 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄, Now and forever.