Psalms 62

Great(i) 1 To the chaunter, For Ieduthun: a psalme of Dauid. My soule truly wayteth styll vpon God, for of him cometh my saluacion. 2 He verely is my strength, and my saluacion: He is my defence, so that I shall not greatly fall. 3 How longe will ye ymagin mischefe against euery man? ye shalbe slayne all the sorte of you: yee, as a tottring wall shall ye be, and lyke a broken hedge. 4 Their deuyce is onely how to put him out whom God wyll exalte. their delyte is in lyes: they geue good wordes wt their mouth, but curse wt their hert. Sela. 5 Neuertheles, my soule wayte thou styll vpon God, for my hope is in hym. 6 He truly is my strength, and my saluacion: he is my defence: so that I shall not fall. 7 In God is my health & my glory, the rocke of my might, & in God is my trust. 8 O put your trust in him allwaye (ye people) powre out youre hertes before him, for God is our hope. Sel 9 As for the children of men, they are but vayne, the children of men are disceatful: vpon the weyghtes they are all together lighter than vanite it self. 10 O trust not in wrong and robbery, geue not your selues vnto vanyte: yf riches encrease, set not your hert vpon them. 11 God spake once and twyse: I haue also herde the same: that power belongeth vnto God. 12 And that thou Lorde art mercyfull: for thou rewardest euery man accordynge to hys worcke.