Psalms 62:1-3

[To the chief Musician, to Jeduthun, A Psalm of David.] Truly my soul waiteth upon God: from him {cometh} my salvation. {Truly: or, Only} {waiteth: Heb. is silent} He only {is} my rock and my salvation; {he is} my defence; I shall not be greatly moved. {defence: Heb. high place} 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.