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Mar 25, 2008 22:29

LORD,
my heart is not proud,
and my eyes are not haughty,
and I do not go after things too great and too difficult for me.
Surely I have cmposed and quieted my soul,
like a weaned child on his mother,
like a weaned child, my soul rests on me.
Israel, hope in the LORD
now and forever.
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