Waiting on God

1Unto the end, for Idithun, a psalm of David. Shall not my soul be subject to God? for from him is my salvation.

2For he is my God and my saviour: he is my protector, I shall be moved no more.

3How long do you rush in upon a man? you all kill, as if you were thrusting down a leaning wall, and a tottering fence.

4But they have thought to cast away my price; I ran in thirst: they blessed with their mouth, but cursed with their heart.

5But be thou, O my soul, subject to God: for from him is my patience.

6For he is my God and my saviour: he is 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.

8Trust in him, all ye congregation of people: pour out your hearts before him. God is our helper for ever.

9But vain are the sons of men, the sons of men are liars in the balances: that by vanity they may together deceive.

10Trust not in iniquity, and cover not robberies: if riches abound, set not your heart upon them.

11God hath spoken once, these two things have I heard, that power belongeth to God,

12and mercy to thee, O Lord; for thou wilt render to every man according to his works.