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A Song of the Ascents, by David. Yehovah, my heart hath not been haughty, Nor have mine eyes been high, Nor have I walked in great things, And in things too wonderful for me.
Have I not compared, and kept silent my soul, As a weaned one by its mother? As a weaned one by me is my soul.
Israel doth wait on Yehovah, From henceforth, and unto the age!
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