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 Leader; with string-music. A Psalm of David. Hear my cry, O God; attend unto 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 end of the earth will I call unto Thee, when my heart fainteth; lead me to a rock that is too high for me.

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

For Thou hast been a refuge for me, a tower of strength in 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 Tent for ever; I will take refuge in the covert of Thy 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.

For Thou, O God, hast heard my vows; Thou hast granted the heritage of those that fear Thy name.

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

Mayest Thou add days unto the king's days! May his years be as many generations!

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

May he be enthroned before God for ever! Appoint mercy and truth, that they may preserve him.

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 praise unto Thy name for ever, that I may daily perform my vows.