Psalms

To the Chief Musician. Concerning the silent dove-- those far off. Of David, a secret treasure--when the Philistines took him in Gath. Be merciful to me, O God, for man would swallow me up; fighting daily, he presses me down.

My watchers panted for me daily; for many [are] they who proudly fight against me.

When I am afraid I will trust in You.

In God I will praise His word; in God I have put my trust; I will not fear what flesh can do to me.

They stir up strife; they hide themselves; they watch my steps as they wait for my soul.

Shall they escape by iniquity? In anger cast down the peoples, O God.

You number my wandering; O put my tears into Your bottle; [are they] not in Your Book?

When I cry, then my enemies will be turned back. This I know, for God [is] with me.

In God I will praise [His] word; in the LORD will I praise [His] word.

In God I have put my trust; I will not be afraid of what man can do to me.

Your vows [are] on me, O God; I will give praises to You.

For You have delivered my soul from death; [have You] not [kept] my feet from falling, [so that] I may walk before God in the light of the living?