my heart is proud (I’m absorbed in myself),So of course I’m noisy and restless inside, it comes naturally,
and my eyes are haughty (I look down on other people),
and I chase after things too great and too difficult for me.
like a hungry infant fussing on his mother’s lap,Contrast that with the real Psalm 131:
like a hungry infant, I’m restless with my demands and worries.
I scatter my hopes onto anything and everybody all the time.
my heart is not lifted up;But I have calmed and quieted my soul,
my eyes are not raised too high;
I do not occupy myself with things too great and too marvelous for me.
like a weaned child with its mother;
like a weaned child is my soul within me.
at least that's how it oughtta be...