To the director on the Silent Dove among those far away. Of David. Mik′tam. When the Phi‧lis′tines laid hold of him in Gath.
1Show me favor, O God, because mortal man has snapped at me.
Warring all day long, he keeps oppressing me.
2My foes have kept snapping all day long,
For there are many warring against me high‐mindedly.
3Whatever day I get afraid, I, for my part, shall trust even in you.
4In union with God I shall praise his word.
In God I have put my trust; I shall not be afraid.
What can flesh do to me?
5All day long they keep hurting my personal affairs;
All their thoughts are against me for bad.
6They attack, they conceal themselves,
They, for their part, keep observing my very steps,
While they have waited for my soul.
7On account of [their] hurtfulness cast them forth.
In anger bring down even the peoples, O God.
8My being a fugitive you yourself have reported.
Do put my tears in your skin bottle.
Are they not in your book?
9At that time my enemies will turn back, on the day that I call;
This I well know, that God is for me.
10In union with God I shall praise [his] word;
In union with Jehovah I shall praise [his] word.
11In God I have put my trust. I shall not be afraid.
What can earthling man do to me?
12Upon me, O God, there are vows to you.
I shall render expressions of thanksgiving to you.
13For you have delivered my soul from death—
[Have you] not [delivered] my feet from stumbling?—
That [I] may walk about before God in the light of those alive.