1Truely my soule waiteth vpon God: from him commeth my saluation.2He onely is my rocke and my saluation: he is my defence, I shall not be greatly moued.3How long wil ye imagine mischiefe against a man? ye shall be slaine all of you: as a bowing wall shall ye be, and as a tottering fence.4They onely consult to cast him downe from his excellency, they delight in lies: they blesse with their mouth, but they curse inwardly. Selah.5My soule, wait thou onely vpon God: for my expectation is from him.6He onely is my rocke and my saluation; he is my defence; I shall not bee moued.7In God is my saluation, and my glorie: the rocke of my strength, and my refuge is in God.8Trust in him at all times; ye people, powre out your heart before him: God is a refuge for vs. Selah.9Surely men of low degree are vanitie, and men of high degree are a lie: to be laid in the ballance, they are altogether lighter then vanitie.10Trust not in oppression, become not vaine in robberie: if riches increase, set not your heart vpon them.11God hath spoken once; twice haue I heard this, that power belongeth vnto God.12Also vnto thee, O Lord, belongeth mercie: for thou renderest to euery man according to his worke.
