1 {To the Chanter, for by Jeduthun, a Psalm of David} My soul truly waiteth still upon God; for of him cometh my salvation.
2 He only is my strength, my salvation, my defense, so that I shall not greatly fall.
3 How long will ye imagine mischief against every man? Ye shall be slain, all of the sort of you; yea, as a tottering wall shall ye be, and like a broken hedge.
4 Their device is only how to put him out, whom God will exalt; their delight is in lies. They give good words with their mouth, but curse with their heart. Selah.
5 Nevertheless, my soul abideth only upon God, for he is my God.
6 He only is my strength, my salvation, my defense: so that I shall not fall.
7 In God is my health and my glory, the rock of my might; and in God is my trust.
8 O put your trust in him always, ye people; pour out your hearts before him, for God is our hope. Selah.