To the chief musician, to Jeduthun, a psalm of David.
1 Truly my soul in silence waits
the mighty God upon:
from him it is that there doth come
all my salvation.
2 He only is my rock, and my
salvation; it is he
that my defence is, so that I
mov’d greatly shall not be.
3 How long will ye mischief devise
‘gainst man; be slain ye shall,
all ye are as a tottering fence,
and like a bowing wall.
4 Yet they consult to cast him down
from his excellency:
lies they do love, with mouth they bless,
but they curse inwardly. Selah.
5 Yet thou my soul in silent wait
the mighty God upon:
because from him there doth arise
my expectation.
6 He only is my rock, and my
salvation; it is he
that my defence is, so that I
shall never moved be.
7 In God is my salvation,
also is my glory:
and the rock of my fortitude,
my hope in God doth lie.
8 Yee people, see that you on him
do put your trust alway,
before him pour ye out your hearts:
God is our hopeful-stay. Selah.
9 Surely mean men are vanity
high men’s sons are a lie:
in balance laid together are
lighter then vanity.
10 In robbery be not vain, trust not
ye in oppression:
if so be riches do increase
set not your heart thereon.
11 The mighty God hath spoken once:
once and again this word
I have it heard that all power
belongs unto the Lord.
12 Also to thee benignity
o Lord, doth appertain:
for thou according to his work
rend’rest each man again.