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.

To the Chief Musician. Upon a Stringed Instrument. David’s. Hear, O God, my loud cry, 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, unto thee do I cry, When my heart fainteth away, Unto a rock that is higher than I, wilt thou lead 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 to me, A Tower of Strength, from the face of the foe.

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

I would be a guest in thy tent to the ages, I would seek refuge in the concealment 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 hearkened to my vows, Thou hast granted a possession, unto them who revere thy Name.

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

Days—unto the days of the king, wilt thou add. His years, as of generation after generation:

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

Let him retain his seat age-abidingly before God, Appoint that, lovingkindness and faithfulness, my watch over 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 thy Name unto futurity, Paying my vows, day by day.