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 composed 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
~ Psalm 131
as rendered by David Powlison
http://ccef.org/sites/default/files/pdf/dp_psalm131_1803002.pdf
No comments:
Post a Comment