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(Song of the goings up; of David’s.) 131 Jehovah, my heart is not exalted nor my eyes lofty; I have not gone among great things and things too mysterious for me. 2* Verily I have soothed and stilled my soul. Like a weaned child in its mother’s arms, like the weaned child is my soul in me. 3 Wait toward Jehovah, Israel, from now to eternity.