1{A Song of degrees. Of David.} Jehovah, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty; neither do I exercise myself in great matters, and in things too wonderful for me.
1Jehovha, moyo wangu hauzvikudzi, meso angu haana manyawi; Handine hanya nezvinhu zvikuru-kuru, Kana nezvinhu zvinondikurira.
2Surely I have restrained and composed my soul, like a weaned child with its mother: my soul within me is as a weaned child.
2Zvirokwazvo ndakavaraidza mweya wangu nokuunyaradza; Somwana wakarumurwa ari pana mai vake, Mweya wangu wakaita kwandiri somwana akarumurwa.
3Let Israel hope in Jehovah, from henceforth and for evermore.
3imwi Isiraeri, tarirai kuna Jehovha Kubva panguva ino kusvikira pakusingaperi.