June’s poem
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A song of ascents for David.
LORD, my heart has not been haughty,
nor have my eyes looked too high,
nor have I striven for great things,
nor for things too wondrous for me.
But I have calmed and contented myself
like a weaned babe on its mother –
like a weaned babe I am with myself.
Wait, O Israel, for the LORD,
now and forevermore.
(Translated by Robert Alter)
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Psalm 131A song of ascents for David.
LORD, my heart has not been haughty,
nor have my eyes looked too high,
nor have I striven for great things,
nor for things too wondrous for me.
But I have calmed and contented myself
like a weaned babe on its mother –
like a weaned babe I am with myself.
Wait, O Israel, for the LORD,
now and forevermore.
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(Translated by Robert Alter)