Psalms.
Chapter 61.
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. 
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. 
For you have been my secret place, and my high tower from those who made war on me. 
I will make your tent my resting-place for ever: I will keep myself under the cover of your wings. (Selah.) 
For you, O God, have made answer to my prayers; you have given me the heritage of those who give honour to your name. 
You will give the king long life; and make his years go on through the generations. 
May the seat of his authority be before God for ever; may mercy and righteousness keep him safe. 
So will I make songs in praise of your name for ever, giving to God that which is right day by day. 
