62:1 Truly my soul waiteth upon God: from him cometh my salvation.
62:2 He only is my rock and my salvation; he is my defence; I shall not be greatly moved.
62:3 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.
62:4 They only consult to cast him down from his excellency: they delight in lies: they bless with their mouth, but they curse inwardly. Selah.