Salmi 131

Come un bimbo svezzato

A Song of degrees. Of David. Jehovah, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty; neither do I exercise myself in great matters, and in things too wonderful for me. ²Surely I have restrained and composed my soul, like a weaned child with its mother: my soul within me is as a weaned child. ³Let Israel hope in Jehovah, from henceforth and for evermore.