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131 Herre, mit hjerte er ikke hovmodigt, mine øjne er ikke stolte, jeg sysler ikke med store Ting, med Ting, der er mig for høje. Nej, jeg har lullet og tysset min Sjæl; som afvant Barn hos sin Moder har min Sjæl det hos Herren. Israel, bi på Herren fra nu og til evig Tid!

Psalm 131

A song of ascents. Of David.

My heart is not proud,(A) Lord,
    my eyes are not haughty;(B)
I do not concern myself with great matters(C)
    or things too wonderful for me.(D)
But I have calmed and quieted myself,(E)
    I am like a weaned child with its mother;
    like a weaned child I am content.(F)

Israel, put your hope(G) in the Lord
    both now and forevermore.(H)

131 Lord, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty: neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too high for me.

Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother: my soul is even as a weaned child.

Let Israel hope in the Lord from henceforth and for ever.