Waiting on God

1For the end, a Psalm of David for Idithun. Shall not my soul be subjected to God? for of him is my salvation.

2For he is my God, and my saviour; my helper, I shall not be moved very much.

3How long will ye assault a man? ye are all slaughtering as with a bowed wall and a broken hedge.

4They only took counsel to set at nought mine honour: I ran in thirst: with their mouth they blessed, but with their heart they cursed. Pause.

5Nevertheless do thou, my soul, be subjected to God; for of him is my patient hope.

6For he is my God and my Saviour; my helper, I shall not be moved.

7In God is my salvation and my glory: he is the God of my help, and my hope is in God.

8Hope in him, all ye congregation of the people; pour out your hearts before him, for God is our helper. Pause.

9But the sons of men are vain; the sons of men are false, so as to be deceitful in the balances; they are all alike formed out of vanity.

10Trust not in unrighteousness, and lust not after robberies: if wealth should flow in, set not your heart upon it.

11God has spoken once, and I have heard these two things, that power is of God;

12and mercy is thine, O Lord; for thou wilt recompense every one according to his works.