1 To the Chief Musician. Concerning the silent dove, those far off. Of David, a secret treasure, when the Philistines took him in Gath. Be merciful to me, O God, for man would swallow me up; fighting daily, he presses me down.
2 My watchers panted for me daily; for many are they who proudly fight against me.
3 When I am afraid I will trust in You.
4 In God I will praise His Word; in God I have put my trust; I will not fear what flesh can do to me.
5 All day long they pervert my words; all their thoughts are against me for evil.
6 They stir up strife; they hide themselves; they watch my steps as they wait for my soul.
7 Shall they escape by iniquity? In anger cast down the peoples, O God.
8 You number my wandering; O put my tears into Your bottle; are they not in Your Book?
9 When I cry, then my enemies will be turned back. This I know, for God is with me.