| 1 | For the director of music. To the tune of"A Dove on Distant Oaks." Of David. A miktam. When the Philistines had seized him in Gath. Be merciful to me, O God, for men hotly pursue me; all day long they press their attack. | |
| 2 | My slanderers pursue me all day long; many are attacking me in their pride. | |
| 3 | When I am afraid, I will trust in you. | |
| 4 | In God, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I will not be afraid. What can mortal man do to me? | |
| 5 | All day long they twist my words; they are always plotting to harm me. | |
| 6 | They conspire, they lurk, they watch my steps, eager to take my life. | |
| 7 | On no account let them escape; in your anger, O God, bring down the nations. | |
| 8 | Record my lament; list my tears on your scroll--are they not in your record? | |
| 9 | Then my enemies will turn back when I call for help. By this I will know that God is for me. | |
| 10 | In God, whose word I praise, in the LORD, whose word I praise-- | |
| 11 | in God I trust; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me? | |
| 12 | I am under vows to you, O God; I will present my thank offerings to you. | |
| 13 | For you have delivered me from death and my feet from stumbling, that I may walk before God in the light of life. | |