1 To the chiefe musician, to Ieduthun, A Psalme of Dauid. 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.