1For the end, a Psalm of David for Idithun.
2Shall not my soul be subjected to God? for of him is my salvation.
3For he is my God and my Saviour; my helper, I shall not be moved very much.
4How long will ye assault a man? ye are all slaughtering as with a bowed wall and a broken hedge.
5They only took counsel to set at nought mine honour: I ran in thirst: with their mouth they blessed, but with their heart they cursed. Pause.
6Nevertheless do thou, my soul, be subjected to God; for of him is my patient hope.
7For he is my God and my Saviour; my helper, I shall not be moved.