Salme 131

1 (Sang til Festrejserne. Af David.) Herre, mit hjerte er ikke hovmodigt, mine øjne er ikke stolte, jeg sysler ikke med store Ting, med Ting, der er mig for høje.

A Canticle in steps: of David. O Lord, my heart has not been exalted, and my eyes have not been raised up. Neither have I walked in greatness, nor in wonders beyond me.

2 Nej, jeg har lullet og tysset min Sjæl; som afvant Barn hos sin Moder har min Sjæl det hos HERREN.

When I was not humble in thought, then I lifted up my soul. Like one who has been weaned from his mother, so was I recompensed in my soul.

3 Israel, bi på HERREN fra nu og til evig Tid!

Let Israel hope in the Lord, from this time forward and even forever.