1 To the chiefe musition vpon Iudethun, a psalme of Dauid. My soule truly only stayeth vpon the Lorde: for of him commeth my saluation. VP
2 He onlye is my rocke and my sauing helpe: he is my refuge, so that I can not be remoued greatly. VP
3 Howe long wyll ye imagine mischiefe against euery man? ye shalbe slayne all the sort of you: ye shalbe as a tottering wall, and like a broken hedge. VP
4 They deuise only howe to thrust him from his promotion: they delight in a lye, they blesse with their mouth, and curse with their heart. Selah. VP
5 Neuerthelesse O my soule, stay thou only vpon the Lorde: for my confidence is in him. VP
6 He only is my rocke and my sauing helpe: he is my refuge, so that I can not be remoued. VP
7 In the Lorde is my health and my glory: my trust is in the Lorde the fortresse of my force. VP
8 O ye people, put your trust in hym alway: powre out your heartes before him, for the Lorde is our hope. Selah. VP
9 As for the chyldren of men, they be onlye but vanitie, the chyldren of lordes be but a lye: vpon the wayghtes they be altogether lighter then vanitie in selfe. VP
10 O trust not in wrong dealing and spoyling: geue not your selues vnto vanitie, if riches encrease, set not your heart vpon them. VP
11 The Lord spake it once, but I haue hearde it twise, that power and mercy belongeth to thee O Lorde God: VP
12 for thou rewardest euery man according to his worke. VP