To the chief musician, as the silent dove of the distant, of David, Michtam ; when the Philistines took him in Gath.{HR}Be gracious unto me, O God; for man would swallow me up;{HR}All the day fighting he oppresseth me.
They that lie in wait for me would swallow [me] up all the day,{HR}For many fight proudly against me.
The day I am afraid I will trust in thee.
In God will I praise his word;{HR}In God have I trusted;{HR}I will not fear:{HR}What shall flesh do unto me?
All the day they wrest my words;{HR}All their devices [are] against me for evil.
They gather themselves together, they hide,{HR}They mark my steps while they wait for my soul.
Shall they escape by iniquity?{HR}In anger cast down the peoples, O God.
Thou, countest my wanderings:{HR}Put my tears in thy bottle;{HR}[Are] they not in thy book?
Then shall mine enemies turn back in the day I shall call:{HR}This I know, for God [is] for me.
In God will I praise [the] word;{HR}In Jehovah will I praise [the] word.
In God have I trusted,{HR}I will not fear:{HR}What shall man do unto me?
Upon me, O God, [are] thy vows:{HR}I will render thank-offerings unto thee.
For thou hast delivered my soul from death:{HR}[Wilt thou] not [deliver] my feet from falling,{HR}That I may walk before God in the light of the living.