Psalms.
Chapter 131.
A song of ascents. Of David. My heart is not proud, O LORD, my eyes are not haughty. I do not aspire to great things or matters too lofty for me. 
Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with his mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me. 
O Israel, put your hope in the LORD, both now and forevermore. 
