To the Chief Musician. To Jeduthun. A Psalm of David.
1 Truly my soul silently waits for God;
From Him comes my salvation.
He is my [a]defense;
I shall not be greatly moved.[b]
You shall be slain, all of you,
Like a leaning wall and a tottering fence.
They delight in lies;
They bless with their mouth,
But they curse inwardly. Selah
For my [c]expectation is from Him.
He is my defense;
I shall not be [d]moved.
The rock of my strength,
And my refuge, is in God.
Pour out your heart before Him;
God is a refuge for us. Selah
Men of high degree are a lie;
If they are weighed on the scales,
They are altogether lighter than vapor.
Nor vainly hope in robbery;
If riches increase,
Do not set your heart on them.
Twice I have heard this:
That power belongs to God.
For You [f]render to each one according to his work.