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 end, among the Hymns of David. O God, hearken to my petition; 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 have I cried to thee, when my heart was in trouble: thou liftedst me up on a rock thou didst guide me:

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

because thou wert my hope, a tower of strength from the face of the enemy.

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

I will dwell in thy tabernacle for ever; I will shelter myself under the shadow of thy wings. (Pause)

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 thou, o God, hast heard my prayers; thou hast given an inheritance to them that fear thy name.

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

Thou shalt add days to the days of the king; [thou shalt lengthen] his years to all generations.

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

He shall endure for ever before God: which of them will seek out his mercy and truth?

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

So will I sing to thy name for ever and ever, that I may daily perform my vows.