To the chief Musician, to Jeduthun, A Psalm of David. 1 Truly my soul waiteth upon God: from him |cometh| my salvation. 2 He only |is| my rock and my salvation; |he is| my defence; I shall not be greatly moved. 3 How long will ye imagine mischief against a man? ye shall be slain all of you: as a bowing wall |shall ye be, and as| a tottering fence. 4 They only consult to cast |him| down from his excellency: they delight in lies: they bless with their mouth, but they curse inwardly. Selah. 5 My soul, wait thou only upon God; for my expectation |is| from him. 6 He only |is| my rock and my salvation: |he is| my defence; I shall not be moved. 7 In God |is| my salvation and my glory: the rock of my strength, |and| my refuge, |is| in God. 8 Trust in him at all times; |ye| people, pour out your heart before him: God |is| a refuge for us. Selah. 9 Surely men of low degree |are| vanity, |and| men of high degree |are| a lie: to be laid in the balance, they |are| altogether |lighter| than vanity. 10 Trust not in oppression, and become not vain in robbery: if riches increase, set not your heart |upon them|. 11 God hath spoken once; twice have I heard this; that power |belongeth| unto God. 12 Also unto thee, O Lord, |belongeth| mercy: for thou renderest to every man according to his work.