Psalms 62 To the chaunter, for by Iduthun a Psalme of Dauyd. My soule wayteth onely vpon God, for of hym commeth my helpe.

Matthew⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ To the chaunter, for by Iduthun a Psalme of Dauyd. My soule wayteth onely vpon God, for of hym commeth my helpe. ² He only is my strength, my saluation, my defence, so that I shal not greatly fall. ³ How longe wyll ye ymagyn myschiefe agaynste euerye man? ye shalbe slayne all the sorte of you: yea as a tottrynge wall shall ye be, and lyke a broken hedge. ⁴ Their deuyce is only how to put hym out, their delite is in lyes: they geue good wordes wyth their mouth, but curse wyth the herte. Selah. ⁵ Neuerthelesse, my soule abideth only vpon God, for he is my God. ⁶ He only is my strength my saluacion, and my defence: so that I shall not fal. ⁷ In God is my helth, my glory, my might, and in God is my trust. ⁸ O put your trust in him alway (ye people) poure oute youre hertes before hym, for God is our hope. Selah. ⁹ As for men, they are but vayne, men are dysceatfull: vpon the weyghtes they are all together lyghter than vanitye it selfe. ¹⁰ O trust not in wronge and robbery, geue not youre selues vnto vanitye: if ryches encrease, set not your herte vpon them. ¹¹ God spake once a worde, twyse haue I hearde the same: that power belongeth vnto God ¹² That thou Lorde arte mercyfull, and that thou rewardeste euerye man accordynge to his worckes.