Psalms 61

¹Unto the end, for Idithun a Psalm of David.

²Shall not my soul be subject to God? For of him is my salvation.

³For he is my God, and my saviour: my receiver, I shall be moved no more.

⁴How long set you violently upon a man: you all do kill, as it were upon a wall that is leaning, and a wall shaken.

⁵But yet they thought to repel my price. I ran in thirst: they blessed with their mouth, and cursed with their heart.

⁶But yet my soul be thou subject to God: because my patience is from him.

⁷Because he is my God, and my saviour: my helper I shall not remove.

⁸In God is my salvation, and my glory: the God of my help, and my hope is in God.

⁹Hope in him all ye the congregation of people: pour out your hearts before him: God is our helper for ever.

¹⁰But yet the children of men are vain, the children of men are liars in balances: that they may deceive by vanity together.

¹¹Hope not in iniquity, and covet not robberies: if riches abound set not your heart upon them.

¹²Once hath God spoken, these two things have I heard:

¹³That power is God's, and mercy, o Lord, is to thee: because thou wilt render to every one according to his works.