Nevertheless, though I am sometimes afraid, yet put I my trust in thee.

Thou tellest my flittings, thou puttest my tears in thy bottle, and numberest them. Are not these things noted in thy book?

{To the chanter, upon the domme stock dove, which flyeth far off: Michtam of David, when the Philistines took him in Gath} Be merciful unto me, O God, for men will tread me down: they are daily fighting and troubling me.

I will comfort myself in God's word; yea, I will hope in God, and not fear. What can flesh then do unto me?

Whensoever I call upon thee, then shall mine enemies be put to flight; whereby I know that thou art my God.

Yea, in God have I put my trust; I will not be afraid what man can do unto me.

For thou hast delivered my soul from death, and my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living.

In God's word will I rejoice, in the LORD's word will I comfort me.

Unto thee, O God, will I pay my vows; unto thee will I give thanks.

They vex me daily in my words: all that they imagine is to do me evil.

Mine enemies are daily at hand to swallow me up; for they be many that fight against me, O thou Most Highest.

They hold all together, and keep themselves close, and mark my steps, when they lay wait for my soul.

Shall they escape for their wickedness? Thou, O God, in thy displeasure shalt cast them down.