1Unto the end, for Idithun, a psalm of David.
2Shall not my soul be subject to God? for from him is my salvation. 3For he is my God and my saviour: he is my protector, I shall be moved no more. 4How long do you rush in upon a man? you all kill, as if you were thrusting down a leaning wall, and a tottering fence. 5But they have thought to cast away my price; I ran in thirst: they blessed with their mouth, but cursed with their heart. 6But be thou, O my soul, subject to God: for from him is my patience. 7For he is my God and my saviour: he is my helper, I shall not be moved. 8In God is my salvation and my glory: he is the God of my help, and my hope is in God. 9Trust in him, all ye congregation of people: pour out your hearts before him. God is our helper for ever. 10But vain are the sons of men, the sons of men are liars in the balances: that by vanity they may together deceive. 11Trust not in iniquity, and cover not robberies: if riches abound, set not your heart upon them. 12God hath spoken once, these two things have I heard, that power belongeth to God, 13and mercy to thee, O Lord; for thou wilt render to every man according to his works.