My Soul Waits

For the director of music. For Jeduthun. A psalm of David.

David waits in silence for his Father alone while others batter at him like a leaning wall, blessing him aloud and cursing inwardly. He weighs both the lowly and the powerful and finds them lighter than breath, then tells everyone else to pour out their hearts too.

Chapter 62.

For my Father alone my soul waits in silence; from him comes my salvation. He alone is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold; I will never be greatly shaken. How long will you all assault a man, battering him down, like a leaning wall, a tottering fence? They only plan to topple him from his high position; they take delight in lies. With their mouths they bless, but inwardly they curse.

For my Father alone, my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from him. He alone is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold; I will not be shaken. My salvation and my glory rest on my Father; my mighty rock, my refuge, is in my Father. Trust in him at all times, people; pour out your hearts before him; our Father is a refuge for us.

Surely the lowly are but a breath, the powerful a delusion; on the scales they go up—together they are lighter than a breath. Put no trust in extortion; place no empty hope in robbery; if riches increase, do not set your heart on them. Once our Father has spoken; twice have I heard this: that power belongs to our Father, ^a and to you, my Sovereign Father, belongs covenant love. For you will repay each person according to what he has done.