Chapter 131
I Have Stilled My Soul
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A song of ascents. Of David. 1My heart is not proud, O LORD, my eyes are not haughty. I do not aspire to great things or matters too lofty for me.
𐤔𐤉𐤓 𐤄𐤌𐤏𐤋𐤅𐤕 𐤋𐤃𐤅𐤃 𐤋𐤁𐤉 𐤋𐤀 𐤂𐤁𐤄 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 𐤏𐤉𐤍𐤉 𐤅𐤋𐤀 𐤓𐤌𐤅 𐤅𐤋𐤀 𐤄𐤋𐤊𐤕𐤉 𐤁𐤂𐤃𐤋𐤅𐤕 𐤅𐤁𐤍𐤐𐤋𐤀𐤅𐤕 𐤌𐤌𐤍𐤉
שִׁ֥יר הַֽמַּֽעֲל֗וֹת לְדָ֫וִ֥ד לִ֭בִּי לֹא־ גָבַ֣הּ יְהוָ֤ה׀ עֵינַ֑י וְלֹא־ רָמ֣וּ וְלֹֽא־ הִלַּ֓כְתִּי׀ בִּגְדֹל֖וֹת וּבְנִפְלָא֣וֹת מִמֶּֽנִּי׃ šîr ham·ma·‘ă·lō·wṯ lə·ḏā·wiḏ lib·bî lō- ḡā·ḇah Yah·weh ‘ê·nay wə·lō- rā·mū wə·lō- hil·laḵ·tî biḡ·ḏō·lō·wṯ ū·ḇə·nip̄·lā·’ō·wṯ mim·men·nî — WLC · 1
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Surely… I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child… with his mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me.
𐤀𐤌 𐤋𐤀 𐤔𐤅𐤉𐤕𐤉 𐤅𐤃𐤅𐤌𐤌𐤕𐤉 𐤍𐤐𐤔𐤉 𐤊𐤂𐤌𐤋 𐤏𐤋𐤉 𐤀𐤌𐤅 𐤊𐤂𐤌𐤋 𐤍𐤐𐤔𐤉 𐤏𐤋𐤉
אִם־ לֹ֤א שִׁוִּ֨יתִי׀ וְדוֹמַ֗מְתִּי נַ֫פְשִׁ֥י כְּ֭גָמֻל עֲלֵ֣י אִמּ֑וֹ כַּגָּמֻ֖ל נַפְשִֽׁי׃ עָלַ֣י ’im- lō šiw·wî·ṯî wə·ḏō·w·mam·tî nap̄·šî kə·ḡā·mul ‘ă·lê ’im·mōw kag·gā·mul nap̄·šî ‘ā·lay — WLC · 2
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O Israel, put your hope in the LORD, both now and forevermore…
𐤉𐤔𐤓𐤀𐤋 𐤉𐤇𐤋 𐤀𐤋 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 𐤌𐤏𐤕𐤄 𐤅𐤏𐤃 𐤏𐤅𐤋𐤌
יִ֭שְׂרָאֵל יַחֵ֣ל אֶל־ יְהוָ֑ה מֵֽ֝עַתָּ֗ה וְעַד־ עוֹלָֽם׃ yiś·rā·’êl ya·ḥêl ’el- Yah·weh mê·‘at·tāh wə·‘aḏ- ‘ō·w·lām — WLC · 3