1 I wait quietly before God,
for my victory comes from him.
my fortress where I will never be shaken.
all of them trying to kill me.
To them I’m just a broken-down wall
or a tottering fence.
They delight in telling lies about me.
They praise me to my face
but curse me in their hearts.
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for my hope is in him.
my fortress where I will not be shaken.
He is my refuge, a rock where no enemy can reach me.
Pour out your heart to him,
for God is our refuge.
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and the powerful are not what they appear to be.
If you weigh them on the scales,
together they are lighter than a breath of air.
or put your hope in stealing.
And if your wealth increases,
don’t make it the center of your life.
and I have heard it many times:
Power, O God, belongs to you;
Surely you repay all people
according to what they have done.