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A Song of degrees of David. LORD, my heart is not haughty, nor my eyes lofty: neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too high for me.
Surely I have behaved and quieted myself as a child that is weaned by his mother: my soul is even as a weaned child.
Let Israel hope in the LORD from henceforth and for ever.
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