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.
1 Zijiyaŋ dooni no. Dawda wane no. Ya Rabbi, ay mana te boŋbeeray, Ay mana mo daabay te mo. Ay mana furo muraadu bambata yaŋ ra, Wala hayey kaŋ ga dambarandi gumo ay se.
2Surely I have restrained and composed my soul, like a weaned child with its mother: my soul within me is as a weaned child.
2 Daahir ay n'ay laakalo kanandi k'a dangandi, Sanda zanka kaŋ i kaa wa, a go nga nyaŋo do mo. Ay do haray ay laakalo ga hima zanka kaŋ i kaa wa.
3Let Israel hope in Jehovah, from henceforth and for evermore.
3 Israyla ma beeje sinji Rabbi gaa za sohõ ka koy hal abada.