Oh Lord, my heart is not proud, nor my eyes lifted up too high.
I'm not troubled by matters too great, nor marvels beyond me.
My soul has truly been set, both in silence and in peace.
Like a child in his mother's arms, my soul rests within me.
Oh Israel, he who wrestled with God.
Oh Israel, hope in the Lord, both now and forever.
Oh Lord, my heart is not proud, nor my eyes lifted up too high.
I'm not troubled by matters too great, nor marvels beyond me.
My soul has truly been set, both in silence and in peace.
Like a child in his mother's arms, my soul rests within me.
Oh Israel, he who wrestled with God.
Oh Israel, hope in the Lord, both now and forever.