| Chapter 61 |
1 | To 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. |
2 | From 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. |
3 | For you have been my secret place, and my high tower from those who made war on me. |
4 | I will make your tent my resting-place for ever: I will keep myself under the cover of your wings. (Selah.) |
5 | For you, O God, have made answer to my prayers; you have given me the heritage of those who give honour to your name. |
6 | You will give the king long life; and make his years go on through the generations. |
7 | May the seat of his authority be before God for ever; may mercy and righteousness keep him safe. |
8 | So will I make songs in praise of your name for ever, giving to God that which is right day by day. |