Psalm 62
To the chief Musician, to Jeduthun, A Psalm of David.
1Truly my soul waiteth upon God:
From him cometh my salvation.
2He only is my rock and my salvation;
He is my defence; I shall not be greatly moved.
3How 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.
4They only consult to cast him down from his excellency:
They delight in lies: They bless with their mouth, but they curse inwardly. Selah.
5My soul, wait thou only upon God;
For my expectation is from him.
6He only is my rock and my salvation:
He is my defence; I shall not be moved.
7In God is my salvation and my glory:
The rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God.
8Trust in him at all times; ye people,
Pour out your heart before him: God is a refuge for us. Selah.
9Surely 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.
10Trust not in oppression, and become not vain in robbery:
If riches increase, set not your heart upon them.
11God hath spoken once; Twice have I heard this;
That power belongeth unto God.
12Also unto thee, O Lord, belongeth mercy:
For thou renderest to every man according to his work.