Psalms 61:1-4

¹To the chief music-maker. On a corded instrument. Of David. Let my cry come to you, O God; let your ears be open to my prayer.

²From the end of the earth will I send up my cry to you, when my heart is overcome: take me to the rock which is over-high for me.

³For you have been my secret place, and my high tower from those who made war on me.

⁴I will make your tent my resting-place for ever: I will keep myself under the cover of your wings. (Selah.)