1 Show me favour, O God, For weak man hath panted for me, All the day, a fighter oppresseth me:
2 Mine adversaries have panted all the day, For, many, are fighting with me, loftily.
3 What day I am afraid, I, unto thee will direct my confidence.
4 In God, I wilt praise his cause, - In God, have I trusted, I will not fear, What can flesh do unto me?
5 All the day, they wrest, my words, Against me, all their devices are for mischief;
6 They stir up strife - they lie hid, They, mark my steps, - Seeing they have waited for my life.
7 Because of iniquity, recompense thou them, - In anger, bring thou down, the peoples, O God.
8 My wandering, hast, thou, recorded, - Put thou my tears in thy bottle, Are they not in thy record?
9 Then, shall my foes turn back, in the day I cry, This, I know, for God is mine!