To the Chief Musician."Concerning the silent dove?those far off." Of David, a secret treasure? when the Philistines took him in Gath.

1Be gracious unto me, O God, for man would swallow me up; fighting all the day, he oppresses me.

2Those who lie in wait for me would trample me, for many are those who proudly fight against me.

3When I am afraid, I will trust in You.

4In God--I will praise His word--in God I have put my trust; I will not be afraid. What can flesh do to me?

5All day long they pervert my words; all their thoughts are against me for evil.

6They stir up strife; they hide themselves; they watch my steps as they wait for my soul.

7Because of iniquity cast them out. In Your anger cast down the people, O God.

8You number my wanderings, O put my tears into Your bottle; are they not in Your book?

9When I cry out to You, then my enemies will be turned back. This I know because God is for me.

10In God--I will praise His word; in the LORD--I will praise His word.

11In God I have put my trust; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?

12Your vows are upon me, O God; I will give thank offerings to You,

13For 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?