Psalms 62
1SHALL not my soul be subjected to God? For from Him is my salvation.
2For my God and my Saviour Himself, is my supporter—I shall never any more be shaken.
3How long will you set yourselves against a man? You are all committing murder, as with a bended wall and a rampart pushed down.
4But they had determined to pull down my honour. I was fleeing in thirst; with their mouth they blessed, but with their heart they imprecated curses.
5But be thou, O my soul, subjected to God: for from Him is mine expectation.
6Because my God and my Saviour Himself, is my support; I shall no more wander as an exile.
7In God is my safety and my glory; He is the God of my help, and on God is my reliance.
8Trust in Him all ye congregated people: pour out your hearts before Him; for God is our helper.
9But as for the vain sons of men—the lying sons of men; Even in an unfair balance they are altogether vanity.
10Trust not in oppression—nor eagerly covet plunder; if riches flow in, set not your heart on them.
11Once God hath spoken; these two things I have heard: That strength belongeth to God,
12and that mercy, O Lord, is Thine: that Thou wilt render to everyone according to his works.