(To the choir-master. Melody: Idithun. A psalm. Of David.)

No rest has my soul but in God’s hands; to him I look for deliverance.

I have no other stronghold, no other deliverer but him; safe in his protection, I fear no deadly fall.

Still one man my enemies single out for their onslaught, not gaping hedge or ruinous wall more ripe for overthrow;

from my safe fastness they would fain dislodge me, ready liars that speak me fair, but ever with a curse in their hearts.

Yet even now, my soul, leave thyself in God’s hands; all my trust is in him.

He is my stronghold and my deliverer, my protector, that makes me stand unmoved.

God is all my defence and all my boast; my rock-fastness, my refuge is in God.

Israelites, put ever your trust in him, and lay the homage of your hearts at his feet; God is our defence.

Man is a breath that passes; in Adam’s sons there is no trust; high in the scales they rise, weighed all together and lighter than a breath.

Put your faith in extortion no more, boast no more of plunder; set never your heed on mounting store of riches.

Not once, but twice I have heard God’s voice of warning; all power is God’s.

To thee, Lord, mercy belongs; thou wilt repay every man the reward of his deeds.