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.