Geneva(i)
1 To the excelletn musician Ieduthun. A Psalme of David. Yet my soule keepeth silence vnto God: of him commeth my saluation.
2 Yet he is my strength and my saluation, and my defence: therefore I shall not much be mooued.
3 How long wil ye imagine mischiefe against a man? ye shalbe all slaine: ye shalbe as a bowed wall, or as a wall shaken.
4 Yet they consult to cast him downe from his dignitie: their delight is in lies, they blesse with their mouthes, but curse with their hearts. Selah.
5 Yet my soule keepe thou silence vnto God: for mine hope is in him.
6 Yet is hee my strength, and my saluation, and my defence: therefore I shall not be mooued.