Psalm 61:1-8

To the director on stringed instruments. Of David. 61  Do hear, O God, my entreating cry.+Do pay attention to my prayer.+   From the extremity of the earth I shall cry, even to you, when my heart grows feeble.+Onto a rock that is higher than I am may you lead me.+   For you have proved to be a refuge for me,+A strong tower in the face of the enemy.+   I will be a guest in your tent for times indefinite;+I will take refuge in the concealment of your wings.+ Seʹlah.   For you yourself, O God, have listened to my vows.+You have given [me] the possession of those fearing your name.+   Days you will add to the days of the king;+His years will be like generation after generation.+   He will dwell to time indefinite before God;+O assign loving-kindness and trueness,* that these may safeguard him.+   So I will make melody to your name forever,+That I may pay my vows day after day.+


Or, “truth.”