1 Truly my soul waits upon God: from him comes 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 you imagine evil against a man? you shall be slain all of you: as a leaning wall shall you be, and as a tottering fence.
4 They only consult to cast him down from his excellency: they delight in lies: they bless with their mouth, but they curse inwardly. Selah.