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 the sanctuary, * 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 in 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.

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