[To the chiefe musician,
to Ieduthun,
A Psalme of Dauid.]
1
Truely my soule waiteth vpon God: from him commeth my saluation.
2
He onely is my rocke and my saluation: he is my defence, I shall not be greatly moued.
3
How long wil ye imagine mischiefe against a man?
ye shall be slaine all of you: as a bowing wall shall ye be, and as a tottering fence.
4
They onely consult to cast him downe from his excellency, they delight in lies: they blesse with their mouth, but they curse inwardly.
Selah.
5
My soule, wait thou onely vpon God: for my expectation is from him.
6
He onely is my rocke and my saluation;
he is my defence;
I shall not bee moued.
7
In God is my saluation, and my glorie: the rocke of my strength, and my refuge is in God.
8
Trust in him at all times;
ye people, powre out your heart before him: God is a refuge for vs.
Selah.
9
Surely men of low degree are vanitie, and men of high degree are a lie: to be laid in the ballance, they are altogether lighter then vanitie.
10
Trust not in oppression, become not vaine in robberie: if riches increase, set not your heart vpon them.
11
God hath spoken once;
twice haue I heard this, that power belongeth vnto God.
12
Also vnto thee, O Lord, belongeth mercie: for thou renderest to euery man according to his worke.