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 Chief Musician. For a stringed instrument. By David.] Hear my cry, God. Listen 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 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.

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

For you have been a refuge for me, a strong tower from 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 your tent forever. I will take refuge in the shelter of your 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 you, God, have heard my vows. You have given me the heritage of those who fear your name.

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

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

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

He shall be enthroned in God's presence forever. Appoint your loving kindness 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 I will sing praise to your name forever, that I may fulfill my vows day after day.