To the chief Musician, to Jeduthun, A Psalm of David.
1Truly my soul waiteth upon God: from him cometh my salvation.*
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.
12Also unto thee, O Lord, belongeth mercy: for thou renderest to every man according to his work.