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.
10 In God I will praise the word: in Jehovah I will praise the word. 11 In God I trusted, I will not fear what man shall do to me.
12 Upon me, O God, thy vows: I will repay praises to thee. 13 For thou deliveredst my soul from death: are not my feet from falling, to go about before God in the light of the living?