My heart is not proud, oh Lord my Lord, My eyes are not haughty, oh Lord my Lord
I do not, I do not concern myself, With great matters or things too wonderful for me
But I have stilled and quieted my soul, my soul, Yes, I have stilled and quieted my soul, my soul
Like a weaned child with its mother, Like a weaned child is my soul
Like a weaned child with its mother is my soul within me, Lord, Oh Lord, my Lord