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Psalms
1A Song of degrees of David. LORD, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty: neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too high for me.2Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother: my soul is even as a weaned child.3Let Israel hope in the LORD from henceforth and for ever.
تَرْنِيمَةُ الْمَصَاعِدِ. لِدَاوُدَ.

1يَا رَبُّ، لَمْ يَرْتَفِعْ قَلْبِي وَلَمْ تَسْتَعْلِ عَيْنَايَ، وَلَمْ أَسْلُكْ فِي الْعَظَائِمِ وَلاَ فِي عَجَائِبَ فَوْقِي.2بَلْ هَدَّأْتُ وَسَكَّتُّ نَفْسِي كَفَطِيمٍ نَحْوَ أُمِّهِ، نَفْسِي نَحْوِي كَفَطِيمٍ.3لِيَرْجُ إِسْرَائِيلُ الرَّبَّ مِنَ الآنَ وَإِلَى الدَّهْرِ.