Psalm LXII

My soul in silence waits on God,
My only help [and rock] is he.

My Saviour and my strong high place,
I shall not [greatly] moved be.

How long will ye mischief devise?
You by the sword [at last] shall fall:
You stand but like a tottering fence,
And like a [crazed] bowing wall.

Their consult is to cast him down
That's set [by God] in dignity.
They love to lie; with mouth they bless
But they [hate and] curse inwardly.

My soul wait thou only on God,
[For all] my hope's on him alone;

He's all my strength, help, and defence,
I shall not be [mov'd and] o'rethrown.

All my salvation is in God,
My glory and [my] dignity;
He is the Rock of all my strength,
God is my refuge [always] nigh.

At all times put your trust in him,
Ye people that [indeed] are his;
Pour out your hearts before him still,
For God our [certain] refuge is.

Surely low men are vanity,
And [high and] great men are a lie;
Together in the ballance put,
[They] lighter [are] than vanity.

Trust ye not in oppression then,
In theft [and wrong] become not vain:
Set not your hearts on wealth, and on
The increase of your [worldly] gain.

This God hath spoken once, and twice
This [certain] truth I heard again;
That all disposing Ruling Power
To God [alone] doth appertain.

And to distribute Mercy doth
Belong to thee [O Lord] alone;
For thou according to his work
Rendrest [in time] to every one.