- A Song of Ascents. Of David.
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.
- But I have calmed and quieted my soul,
like a weaned child with its mother;
like a weaned child is my soul within me.
- O Israel, hope in the Lord
from this time forth and forevermore.
- Self, My heart is proud (I’m absorbed in myself),
And my eyes are haughty (I look down on other people),
And I chase after things too great
and too difficult for me.
- So of course I’m noisy and restless inside, it comes naturally,
Like a hungry infant fussing on his mother’s lap,
Like a hungry infant, I’m restless with my demands and worries.
- I scatter my hopes onto anything
and everybody all the time.
Updated on 2010-02-28 (r.152) by Keith Brooks