1 To the overseer for the silent dove of those far off: to David, a poem in the rovers taking him in Gath. Compassionate me, O God, for man panted after me; warring all the day, he will press me.
2 Mine enemies panted after me all the day: for many warring against me proudly.
3 The day I shall be afraid I will trust to thee.
4 In God I will praise his word, in God I trusted; I will not fear what flesh shall do to me.
5 All the day they will grieve my words: against me all their purposes for evil
6 They will sojourn, they will hide, they will watch my heels as they waited for my soul
7 For nothing is deliverance to them? In anger bring down the peoples, O God.
8 Thou didst recount my wanderings: set thou my tears in thy bottle: are they not in thy book?
9 Then will mine enemies turn back in the day I shall call: this I knew, that God is for me.