For the director of music. To the tune of “A dove on Distant Oaks.” Of David. A miktam. When the Philistines had seized him in Gath.
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Be merciful to me, my God, for my enemies are in hot pursuit; all day long they press their attack.
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My adversaries pursue me all day long; in their pride many are attacking me.
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When I am afraid, I put my trust in you.
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In God, whose word I praise – in God I trust and am not afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?
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All day long they twist my words; all their schemes are for my ruin.
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They conspire, they lurk, they watch my steps, hoping to take my life.
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Because of their wickedness do not let them escape; in your anger, God, bring the nations down.
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Record my misery; list my tears on your scroll – are they not in your record?
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Then my enemies will turn back when I call for help. By this I will know that God is for me.
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In God, whose word I praise, in the LORD, whose word I praise -
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in God I trust and am not afraid. What can man do to me?
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I am under vows to you, my God; I will present my thank offering to you.
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For you have delivered me from death and my feet from stumbling, that I may walk before God in the light of life.
