My soul truly waiteth still upon God: for of him cometh my salvation.
2 He verily is my strength and my salvation: he is my defence, so
that I shall not greatly fall.
3 How long will ye imagine mischief against every man: ye shall be
slain all the sort of you; yea, as a tottering wall shall ye be,
and like a broken hedge.
4 Their device is only how to put him out whom God will exalt:
their delight is in lies; they give good words with their mouth,
but curse with their heart.
5 Nevertheless, my soul, wait thou still upon God: for my hope is
in him.
6 He truly is my strength and my salvation: he is my defence, so
that I shall not fall.
7 In God is my health, and my glory: the rock of my might, and in
God is my trust.
8 O put your trust in him alway, ye people: pour out your hearts
before him, for God is our hope.
9 As for the children of men, they are but vanity: the children of
men are deceitful upon the weights, they are altogether lighter
than vanity itself.
10 O trust not in wrong and robbery, give not yourselves unto
vanity: if riches increase, set not your heart upon them.
11 God spake once, and twice I have also heard the same: that power
belongeth unto God;
1 2 And that thou, Lord, art merciful: for thou rewardest every
man according to his work.
PSALM 63. _Deus, Deus meus_.
O God, thou art my God: early will I seek thee.
2 My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh also longeth after thee: in
a barren and dry land where no water is.
3 Thus have I looked for thee in holiness: that I might behold thy
power and glory.
4 For thy loving-kindness is better than the life itself: my lips
shall praise thee.
5 As long as I live will I magnify thee on this manner: and lift up
my hands in thy Name.
6 My soul shall be satisfied, even as it were with marrow and
fatness: when my mouth praiseth thee with joyful lips.
7 Have I not remembered thee in my bed: and thought upon thee when
I was waking?
8 Because thou hast been my helper: therefore under the shadow of
thy wings will I rejoice.