Psalm 62: Truly My Soul Waiteth Upon God Poem by King David of Israel

1 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.

7 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.

(KJV)