Psalm.
Chapter 131.
A song of ascents, by David. O Lord, my heart is not proud, nor do I have a haughty look. I do not have great aspirations, or concern myself with things that are beyond me. 
Indeed I am composed and quiet, like a young child carried by its mother; I am content like the young child I carry. 
O Israel, hope in the Lord now and forevermore! 
