To the chief musician, to Jeduthun, a psalm of David
1
Truly my soul waiteth upon God; from him cometh my salvation.
2
He only is my rock and my salvation; he is my defense; I shall not be greatly moved.
3
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.
4
They only consult to cast him down from his excellency; they delight in lies; they bless with their mouth, but they curse inwardly. Selah.
5
My soul, wait thou only upon God; for my expectation is from him.
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He only is my rock and my salvation; he is my defense; I shall not be moved.
7
In God is my salvation and my glory; the rock of my strength and my refuge is in God.
8
Trust in him at all times; ye people, pour out your heart before him; God is a refuge for us. Selah.
9
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.
10
Trust not in oppression, and become not vain in robbery; if riches increase, set not your heart upon them.
11
God hath spoken once; twice have I heard this; that power belongeth unto God.
12
Also unto thee, O Lord, belongeth mercy; for thou renderest to every man according to his work.