1Yo, Lord, my heart ain’t all high and mighty, and my eyes ain’t looking down on stuff that’s too extra for me.

2Fr, I’ve chilled out like a kid who just got off the milk. My soul's vibin' like that weaned child.

3Israel, keep your hope in the Lord, now and forever. Periodt.

1Lord, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty: neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too high for me.

2Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother: my soul is even as a weaned child.

3Let Israel hope in the Lord from henceforth and for ever.