To the Chief Musician upon, the silent dove in distant places. Michtam of David, when the Philistines took him in Gath
1 Have mercy upon me, O God, For swallow me up doth man; He daily assaulting doth oppress me.
2 Swallow me up do my enemies daily: Truly many strive to oppress me, O Jehovah, Most High!
3 In the day when I was afraid, I in thee did trust.
4 In God I will praise his word; In God have I trusted; I will not fear what flesh can do to me.
5 Every day my words disquiet me; Against me are all their thoughts for evil.
6 They assemble together, they hide themselves, My heels they watch, Because they desire my soul.
7 In their iniquity they think there is escape for them: In thy wrath the peoples thou wilt cast down, O God!
8 My wanderings thou numbereth, even thou: Put my tears into thy bottle; Are they not in thy register?
9 Then my enemies shall be turned back in the day when I cry: This I know, because God is with me.
10 In God will I praise [his] word; In Jehovah will I praise [his] word.
11 In God have I trusted; I will not fear what man can do to me.
12 Upon me, O God! are thy vows, I will render praises to thee.
13 For thou hast delivered my soul from death: Hast thou not also delivered my feet from falling? That I may walk before God in the light of the living.