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1A song of degrees or Psalme of David. Lord, mine heart is not hautie, neither are mine eyes loftie, neither haue I walked in great matters and hid from me.
2Surely I haue behaued my selfe, like one wained from his mother, and kept silence: I am in my selfe as one that is wained.
3Let Israel waite on the Lord from hencefoorth and for euer.