Глава 62

0. To the excellent musician Ieduthun.<br>
A Psalme of Dauid.
1. Yet my soule keepeth silence vnto God: of him commeth my saluation.
2. Yet he is my strength and my saluation, and my defence: therefore I shall not much be mooued.
3. How long wil ye imagine mischiefe against a man? ye shalbe all slaine: ye shalbe as a bowed wall, or as a wall shaken.
4. Yet they consult to cast him downe from his dignitie: their delight is in lies, they blesse with their mouthes, but curse with their hearts. Selah.
5. Yet my soule keepe thou silence vnto God: for mine hope is in him.
6. Yet is hee my strength, and my saluation, and my defence: therefore I shall not be mooued.
7. In God is my saluation and my glory, the rocke of my strength: in God is my trust.
8. Trust in him alway, ye people: powre out your hearts before him, for God is our hope. Selah.
9. Yet the children of men are vanitie, the chiefe men are lies: to lay them vpon a balance they are altogether lighter then vanitie.
10. Trust not in oppression nor in robberie: be not vaine: if riches increase, set not your heart thereon.
11. God spake once or twise, I haue heard it, that power belongeth vnto God,
12. And to thee, O Lord, mercie: for thou rewardest euery one according to his worke.