My Heart is Steadfast

My heart is steadfast
O LORD.
Through the winds and rains
And trials, I shall not leave off my meditation of You.
You are Good, and in the abominable time
You give sustenance, and hope.

LORD, where shall I turn to
If not You?
The Heathen have a device against Your people
To strip them of their bread
And poison their soil.
To keep the poor of Your people
Without bread,
And to make the homeless bend and stoop.

LORD, I seek You with my eyes
And I give You my heart all the day long.
My heart languishes for You
Yet, I will wait for my portion
For You are my prize.

Does my portion come from kings
Or acolytes?
Does not my worship ascend to the heavens
And does not my honor come from You?
Does not my soul wait for the prosperity
And the latter rains?
I will wait patiently on You
O LORD,
For I shall not give a second glance
At the idols of the heathen.
For kings do not give me benefits
And powers and principalities do not give me my reward.
It is You, LORD, Who is my portion and my prize.
It is You, o LORD, Who I will wait upon
For the latter rains
And the pleasant rains in their season.
Selah.