Psalm 62.
To the chief musician, to Jidduthin, the Psalm of David.
Truly my soul waiteth upon God.
From him cometh my salvation.
He only is my rock and my salvation.
He is my defense.
I shall not be greatly moved.
How long will ye imagine mischief against a man?
Ye shall be slain, all of you, as a bowing wall shall ye be, and as a
tottering fence.
They only consult to cast him down from his excellency.
They delight in lies.
They bless with their mouth, but they curse inwardly.
My soul wait thou only upon God, for my expectation is from him.
He only is my rock and my salvation.
He is my defense.
I shall not be moved.
In God is my salvation and my glory.
The rock of my strength and my refuge is in God.
Trust in him at all times, ye people.
Pour out your heart before him.
God is a refuge for us.
Surely men of low degree are vanity, and men of high degree are a lie.
To be laid in the balance, they are altogether lighter than vanity.
Trust not in oppression, and become not vain in robbery.
If riches increase, set not your heart upon them.
God hath spoken once, twice have I heard this, that power belongeth unto God.
Also unto thee, O Lord, belongeth mercy, for thou renderest to every man according
to his work.