1 To the chief music-maker. On a corded instrument. Of David.
2 Let my cry come to you, O God; let your ears be open to my prayer.
3 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.
4 For you have been my secret place, and my high tower from those who made war on me.
5 I will make your tent my resting-place for ever: I will keep myself under the cover of your wings. (Selah.)
6 For you, O God, have made answer to my prayers; you have given me the heritage of those who give honour to your name.
7 You will give the king long life; and make his years go on through the generations.
