Psalm 62

YEt surely my soul waits on God,
and him depends upon,
Because all my salvation
cometh from him alone.
My only refuge, and my rock,
and Saviour is he,
And strength, I shall not from my state
greatly removed be.

How long against me do you plot
mischief? you shall be all
Destroied, like a rotten hedge,
or like a bowing wall.
To cast him down is all their plot,
they do delight to ly,
When with their mouth they seem to blesse,
then curse they inwardly.

But thou my soul, still wait upon
the Lord, and him attend,
My expectation wholly doth
on him alone depend.
He only is my fort and tow'r,
and my salvation he,
And strength, I shall not from my state
greatly removed be.

In God is my salvation,
my glory only he,
My rock of strength, to God I fly,
when dangers threaten me.
At all times put your trust in him,
all people that are his,
Pour out your heart before him still,
for God our refuge is.

Sure men of low degree are vain,
and great men are a ly,
They in the scales together are
lighter then vanity.
Trust not in wrong, in robbery,
and theft become not vain,
See not your heart upon your wealth,
when you much riches gain.

God once hath spoken, yea, again,
for I have twice heard this,
That to God only power belongs,
and that all strength is his.
And that all mercy, Lord, belongs,
and rests alone in thee,
For thou shalt every man reward,
as his own deeds shall bee.