The day I shall be afraid I will trust to thee.

Thou didst recount my wanderings: set thou my tears in thy bottle: are they not in thy book?

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.

In God I will praise his word, in God I trusted; I will not fear what flesh shall do to me.

Then will mine enemies turn back in the day I shall call: this I knew, that God is for me.

In God I trusted, I will not fear what man shall do to me.

For thou deliveredst my soul from death: are not my feet from falling, to go about before God in the light of the living?

In God I will praise the word: in Jehovah I will praise the word.

Upon me, O God, thy vows: I will repay praises to thee.

All the day they will grieve my words: against me all their purposes for evil

Mine enemies panted after me all the day: for many warring against me proudly.

They will sojourn, they will hide, they will watch my heels as they waited for my soul

For nothing is deliverance to them? In anger bring down the peoples, O God.