 1 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. 2 My watchers panted for me daily. For many are they who proudly fight against me. 3 When I am afraid I will trust in you. 4 In God I will praise His Word. In God I have put my trust. I will not fear what flesh can do to me. 5 All day long they pervert my words. All their thoughts are against me for evil. 6 They stir up strife. They hide themselves. They watch my steps as they wait for my soul. 7 Shall they escape by iniquity? In anger cast down the people, O God. 8 You number my wandering. Put my tears into your bottle. Are they not in your Book? 9 When I cry, then my enemies will be turned back. This I know, for God is with me. 10 In God I will praise His Word. In the Lord I will praise His Word. 11 In God I have put my trust. I will not be afraid of what man can do to me. 12 Your vows are on me, O God. I will give praises to you. 13 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?
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