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