To the chief Musician, toJeduthun, A Psalmof David. Trulymy soulwaitethuponGod: fromhim cometh my salvation. Heonly is my rockand my salvation; he is my defense; I shall notbe greatlymoved. How longwill ye imagine mischiefagainsta man? ye shall be slainallof you: as a bowingwall shall ye be, and as a totteringfence. They onlyconsultto cast him downfrom his excellency: they delightin lies: they blesswith their mouth, but they curseinwardly. Selah. My soul, waitthou onlyupon God; formy expectation is fromhim. Heonly is my rockand my salvation: he is my defense; I shall notbe moved. InGod is my salvationand my glory: the rockof my strength, and my refuge, is in God. Trustin him at alltimes; ye people, pour outyour heartbeforehim: God is a refugefor us. Selah. Surelymen of low degree are vanity, and men of high degree are a lie: to be laidin the balance, they are altogether lighter than vanity. Trustnotin oppression, and become not vainin robbery: ifrichesincrease, setnotyour heart upon them . Godhath spokenonce; twicehave I heardthis; thatpower belongeth unto God. Also unto thee, O Lord, belongeth mercy: forthourenderestto every manaccording to his work.