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O YHWH, my heart has not been proud, Nor have my eyes been haughty. Neither have I concerned myself with great matters, Nor with those too wondrous for me.
Have I not calmed, and kept my being silent, Like one weaned by its mother? My being is like one weaned.
O Yisra'el, wait for YHWH, Now and forever.