Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
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.
To the overseer, Thou wilt not destroy, to David a poem in his fleeing from the face of Saul in the cave. Compassionate me, O God, compassionate me: for in thee my soul put trust, and in the shadow of thy wings I will put my trust till calamity shall pass by.
Evening and morning and noon I will meditate and make a noise, and he will hear my voice.
Mine eye languished from affliction: I called to thee, O Jehovah, in all the day, I stretched my hands to thee.
And she a widow of about eighty-four years, who departed not from the temple, with fastings and supplications serving night and day.
I say to you, If also having risen he will not give him because of being his friend, yet for his effrontery, having risen, he will give him as many as he needs.
And shall not God do the avenging of his chosen, crying to him day and night, being slow to anger toward them?
By all prayer and supplication praying in all time in Spirit, and for this same watching vigilantly in all perseverance and supplication for the holy:
Cause me to tread in thy truth, and teach me: for thou art God saving me; on thee I waited all the day.