1 To the chief Musician, to Jeduthun, A Psalm of David. Truly my soul waiteth upon God: from him [cometh] my salvation.
2 He only [is] my rock and my salvation; [he is] my defense; I shall not be greatly moved.
3 How long will ye imagine mischief against a man? ye shall be slain all of you: as a bowing wall [shall ye be], [and as] a tottering fence.
4 They only consult to cast [him] down from his excellence: they delight in lies: they bless with their mouth, but they curse inwardly. Selah.
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