Psalm 62

My soul finds rest in God alone;

From him comes my salvation sure.

My safety, fortress, sheltering rock—

In him alone I am secure.

How long will you assault a man?

Do you all seek to lay him low—

This leaning wall, this tottering fence—

And bring about his overthrow?

They plan his fall from his high place;

They take delight in spreading lies.

With false and flattering mouths they bless,

But in their hearts curse and despise.

Find rest, my soul, in God alone;

In him my hope is ever sure.

My safety, fortress, sheltering rock—

In him alone I am secure.

My honour and salvation rest

On God, my rock and mighty fort.

O people, trust in him always;

To him alone pour out your heart.

The low-born man is but a breath;

The high-born man is but a lie.

Weighed in a balance, side by side,

They come to nothing but a sigh.

Do not seek after wealth by force,

Or triumph in ill-gotten gain;

And even though your goods increase,

Set not your heart on what is vain.

My God has spoken; I have heard

That you are strong and loving, Lord.

Each one according to his deeds

You will assuredly reward.