Psalms - Chapter 61

1<To the chief music-maker. On a corded instrument. Of David.> Let my cry come to you, O God; let your ears be open to my prayer. 2From the end of the earth will I send up my cry to you, when my heart is overcome: take me to the rock which is over-high for me. 3For you have been my secret place, and my high tower from those who made war on me. 4I will make your tent my resting-place for ever: I will keep myself under the cover of your wings. (Selah.) 5For you, O God, have made answer to my prayers; you have given me the heritage of those who give honour to your name. 6You will give the king long life; and make his years go on through the generations. 7May the seat of his authority be before God for ever; may mercy and righteousness keep him safe. 8So will I make songs in praise of your name for ever, giving to God that which is right day by day.