Psalms 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.

For the choirmaster. With stringed instruments. Of David. Hear my cry, O God; attend 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.

From the ends of the earth I call out to You whenever my heart is faint. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

3 For you have been my secret place, and my high tower from those who made war on me.

For You have been my refuge, a tower of strength against the enemy.

4 I will make your tent my resting-place for ever: I will keep myself under the cover of your wings. (Selah)

Let me dwell in Your tent forever and take refuge in the shelter of Your wings.

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.

For You have heard my vows, O God; You have given me the inheritance reserved for those who fear Your name.

6 You will give the king long life; and make his years go on through the generations.

Increase the days of the king’s life; may his years span many generations.

7 May the seat of his authority be before God for ever; may mercy and righteousness keep him safe.

May he sit enthroned in God’s presence forever; appoint Your loving devotion and Your faithfulness to guard him.

8 So will I make songs in praise of your name for ever, giving to God that which is right day by day.

Then I will ever sing praise to Your name and fulfill my vows day by day.