This guy trusted and rested in Christ.
A song of ascents. Of David.
My heart is not proud, Lord,
my eyes are not haughty;
do not concern myself with great matters
or things too wonderful for me.
But I have calmed and quieted myself,
I am like a weaned child with its mother;
like a weaned child I am content.
Israel, put your hope in the Lord
both now and forevermore.
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