62 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.
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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.