A Child at Rest
A song of ascents. Of David.
Three verses of deliberate smallness. David tells his Father he has stopped reaching for matters too big for him and has quieted himself like a weaned child with its mother — no longer crying to be fed, content simply to be held.
Chapter 131.
131 1My Father, my heart is not proud, and my eyes are not haughty; I do not busy myself with matters too great and too wonderful for me. 2Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child is my soul within me. 3Israel, put your hope in our Father, now and forevermore.
