To the excellent musician Ieduthun.

A Psalme of Dauid.
1
Yet my soule keepeth silence vnto God: of him commeth my saluation.
2
Yet he is my strength and my saluation, and my defence: therefore I shall not much be mooued.
3
How long wil ye imagine mischiefe against a man?
ye shalbe all slaine: ye shalbe as a bowed wall, or as a wall shaken.
4
Yet they consult to cast him downe from his dignitie: their delight is in lies, they blesse with their mouthes, but curse with their hearts.
Selah.
5
Yet my soule keepe thou silence vnto God: for mine hope is in him.
6
Yet is hee my strength, and my saluation, and my defence: therefore I shall not be mooued.
7
In God is my saluation and my glory, the rocke of my strength: in God is my trust.
8
Trust in him alway, ye people: powre out your hearts before him, for God is our hope.
Selah.
9
Yet the children of men are vanitie, the chiefe men are lies: to lay them vpon a balance they are altogether lighter then vanitie.
10
Trust not in oppression nor in robberie: be not vaine: if riches increase, set not your heart thereon.
11
God spake once or twise, I haue heard it, that power belongeth vnto God,
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And to thee, O Lord, mercie: for thou rewardest euery one according to his worke.