1 To the excelletn musician Ieduthun. A Psalme of David. Yet my soule keepeth silence vnto God: of him commeth my saluation.

2 Yet he is my strength and my saluation, and my defence: therefore I shall not much be mooued.

3 How long wil ye imagine mischiefe against a man? ye shalbe all slaine: ye shalbe as a bowed wall, or as a wall shaken.

4 Yet they consult to cast him downe from his dignitie: their delight is in lies, they blesse with their mouthes, but curse with their hearts. Selah.

5 Yet my soule keepe thou silence vnto God: for mine hope is in him.

6 Yet is hee my strength, and my saluation, and my defence: therefore I shall not be mooued.

7 In God is my saluation and my glory, the rocke of my strength: in God is my trust.

8 Trust in him alway, ye people: powre out your hearts before him, for God is our hope. Selah.

9 Yet the children of men are vanitie, the chiefe men are lies: to lay them vpon a balance they are altogether lighter then vanitie.

10 Trust not in oppression nor in robberie: be not vaine: if riches increase, set not your heart thereon.

11 God spake once or twise, I haue heard it, that power belongeth vnto God,

12 And to thee, O Lord, mercie: for thou rewardest euery one according to his worke.