Psalms 61

1 [For the Chief Musician. For a stringed instrument. By David.] Hear my cry, God. Listen to my prayer.

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.

2 From the most remote place of the earth, I will call to you, when my heart is overwhelmed. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

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.

3 For you have been a refuge for me, a strong tower from the enemy.

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

4 I will dwell in your tent forever. I will take refuge in the shelter of your wings. (Selah)

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

5 For you, God, have heard my vows. You have given me the heritage of those who fear your name.

For you, O God, have made answer to my prayers; you have given me the heritage of those who give honour to your name.

6 You will prolong the king's life; his years shall be for generations.

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

7 He shall be enthroned in God's presence forever. Appoint your loving kindness and truth, that they may preserve him.

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

8 So I will sing praise to your name forever, that I may fulfill my vows day after day.

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