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To the chief Musician upon Jonathelemrechokim, Michtam of David, when the Philistines took him in Gath.
1 Lord, pity me, because man would up swallow me: and fighting all the day throughout, oppress me sore doth he. 2 Mine enemies they would me swallow up daily; for they be many that do fight against me, O most High.
3 I’ll put my trust in thee, what time I am afraid. 4 In God I’ll praise his word, in God my confidence have stay’d; I will not be afraid what flesh can do to me. 5 All day they wrest my words: their thoughts for ill against me be.
6 They join themselves together; themselves they closely hide; they mark my steps when for my soul waiting they do abide. 7 Shall they make an escape by their iniquity; thou in thine anger down depress the folk, O God mighty.
8 My wand’rings thou dost tell, put thou my weeping tears into thy bottle; are they not within thy registers. 9 Then shall my foes turn back, when I cry unto thee: this I do know assuredly, because God is for me.
10 In God I’ll praise his word: the Lord’s word I will praise. 11 In God I trust: I will not fear what man ‘gainst me can raise. 12 Thy vows on me, O God; I’ll render praise to thee. 13 Because that thou my soul from death delivering dost free;
deliver wilt not thou my feet from down falling? so that I may walk before God i’th light of the living.