Psalm 131

Psalm chapter 131
A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem
A psalm of David
Lord, my heart is not proud
My eyes are not haughty
I don't concern myself with matters too great
Or too awesome for me to grasp
Instead, I have calmed and quieted myself
Like a weaned child who
No longer cries for its mother's milk
Yes, like a weaned child is my soul within me
O Israel, put your hope in the Lord—
Now and always