62:1 To
the
chiefe
musician,
to
Ieduthun,
A
Psalme
of
Dauid.
Truely
my
soule
waiteth
vpon
God:
from
him
commeth
my
saluation.
62:2 He
onely
is
my
rocke
and
my
saluation:
he
is
my
defence,
I
shall
not
be
greatly
moued.
62:3 How
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.
62:4 They
onely
consult
to
cast
him
downe
from
his
excellency,
they
delight
in
lies:
they
blesse
with
their
mouth,
but
they
curse
inwardly.
Selah.
62:5 My
soule,
wait
thou
onely
vpon
God:
for
my
expectation
is
from
him.
62:6 He
onely
is
my
rocke
and
my
saluation;
he
is
my
defence;
I
shall
not
bee
moued.
62:7 In
God
is
my
saluation,
and
my
glorie:
the
rocke
of
my
strength,
and
my
refuge
is
in
God.
62:8 Trust
in
him
at
all
times;
ye
people,
powre
out
your
heart
before
him:
God
is
a
refuge
for
vs.
Selah.
62:9 Surely
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.
62:10 Trust
not
in
oppression,
become
not
vaine
in
robberie:
if
riches
increase,
set
not
your
heart
vpon
them.
62:11 God
hath
spoken
once;
twice
haue
I
heard
this,
that
power
belongeth
vnto
God.
62:12 Also
vnto
thee,
O
Lord,
belongeth
mercie:
for
thou
renderest
to
euery
man
according
to
his
worke.
