[To the chiefe musition vpon Iudethun,
a psalme of Dauid.]
1
My soule truly only stayeth vpon the Lorde: for of him commeth my saluation.
2
He onlye is my rocke and my sauing helpe: he is my refuge, so that I can not be remoued greatly.
3
Howe long wyll ye imagine mischiefe against euery man?
ye shalbe slayne all the sort of you: [ye shalbe] as a tottering wall, [and like] a broken hedge.
4
They deuise only howe to thrust [him] from his promotion: they delight in a lye, they blesse with their mouth, and curse with their heart.
Selah.
5
[Neuerthelesse] O my soule, stay thou only vpon the Lorde: for my confidence is in him.
6
He only is my rocke and my sauing helpe: he is my refuge, so that I can not be remoued.
7
In the Lorde is my health and my glory: my trust is in the Lorde the fortresse of my force.
8
O ye people, put your trust in hym alway: powre out your heartes before him, for the Lorde is our hope.
Selah.
9
As for the chyldren of men, they be onlye but vanitie, the chyldren of lordes be but a lye: vpon the wayghtes they [be] altogether [lighter] then vanitie in selfe.
10
O trust not in wrong [dealing] and spoyling: geue not your selues vnto vanitie, if riches encrease, set not your heart [vpon them.]
11
The Lord spake it once, [but] I haue hearde it twise, that power and mercy belongeth to thee O Lorde God:
12
for thou rewardest euery man according to his worke.