My soul truly waiteth still upon God  *

for of him cometh my salvation.

He verily is my strength and my salvation *

he is my defence, so that I shall not greatly fall.

How long will ye imagine mischief against every man *

ye shall be slain all the sort of you; yea, as a tottering wall shall ye be, and like a broken hedge.

Their device is only how to put him out whom God will exalt *

their delight is in lies; they give good words with their mouth, but curse with their heart.

Nevertheless, my soul, wait thou still upon God *

for my hope is in him.

He truly is my strength and my salvation *

he is my defence, so that I shall not fall.

In God is my health, and my glory *

the rock of my might, and in God is my trust.

O put your trust in him alway, ye people *

pour out your hearts before him, for God is our hope.

As for the children of men, they are but vanity *

the children of men are deceitful upon the weights, they are altogether lighter than vanity itself.

O trust not in wrong and robbery, give not yourselves unto vanity *

if riches increase, set not your heart upon them.

God spake once, and twice I have also heard the same *

that power belongeth unto God;

And that thou, Lord, art merciful *

for thou rewardest every man according to his work.

O God, thou art my God  *

early will I seek thee.

My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh also longeth after thee *

in a barren and dry land where no water is.

Thus have I looked for thee in holiness *

that I might behold thy power and glory.

For thy loving-kindness is better than the life itself *

my lips shall praise thee.

As long as I live will I magnify thee on this manner *

and lift up my hands in thy Name.

My soul shall be satisfied, even as it were with marrow and fatness *

when my mouth praiseth thee with joyful lips.

Have I not remembered thee in my bed *

and thought upon thee when I was waking?

Because thou hast been my helper *

therefore under the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice.

My soul hangeth upon thee *

thy right hand hath upholden me.

These also that seek the hurt of my soul *

they shall go under the earth.

Let them fall upon the edge of the sword *

that they may be a portion for foxes.

But the King shall rejoice in God; all they also that swear by him shall be commended *

for the mouth of them that speak lies shall be stopped.

Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer  *

preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

Hide me from the gathering together of the froward *

and from the insurrection of wicked doers;

Who have whet their tongue like a sword *

and shoot out their arrows, even bitter words;

That they may privily shoot at him that is perfect *

suddenly do they hit him, and fear not.

They encourage themselves in mischief *

and commune among themselves how they may lay snares, and say that no man shall see them.

They imagine wickedness, and practise it *

that they keep secret among themselves, every man in the deep of his heart.

But God shall suddenly shoot at them with a swift arrow *

that they shall be wounded.

Yea, their own tongues shall make them fall *

insomuch that whoso seeth them shall laugh them to scorn.

And all men that see it shall say, This hath God done *

for they shall perceive that it is his work.

The righteous shall rejoice in the Lord, and put his trust in him *

and all they that are true of heart shall be glad.