1Shall not my soul be subjected to God? for of him is my salvation.
2For he is my God, and my savior; my helper, I shall not be moved very much.
3How long will you assault a man? you are all slaughtering as with a bowed wall and a broken hedge.
4They only took counsel to set at nothing my honor: I ran in thirst: with their mouth they blessed, but with their heart they cursed. Pause.
5Nevertheless do you, my soul, be subjected to God; for of him is my patient hope.
6For he is my God and my Saviour; my helper, I shall not be moved.
7In God is my salvation and my glory: he is the God of my help, and my hope is in God.
8Hope in him, all you congregation of the people; pour out your hearts before him, for God is our helper. Pause.
9But the sons of men are vain; the sons of men are false, so as to be deceitful in the balances; they are all alike formed out of vanity.
10Trust not in unrighteousness, and lust not after robberies: if wealth should flow in, set not your heart upon it.
11God has spoken once, and I have heard these two things, that power is of God;
12and mercy is your, O Lord; for you will recompense every one according to his works.