Deliver me from my enemies, my God. Set me on high from those who rise up against me.

But I will sing of your strength. Yes, I will sing aloud of your loving kindness in the morning. For you have been my high tower, a refuge in the day of my distress.

Deliver me from the workers of iniquity. Save me from the bloodthirsty men.

Oh, my Strength, I watch for you, for God is my high tower.

Don't kill them, or my people may forget. Scatter them by your power, and bring them down, Lord our shield.

My God will go before me with his loving kindness. God will let me look at my enemies in triumph.

To you, my strength, I will sing praises. For God is my high tower, the God of my mercy. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "The Lily of the Covenant." A teaching poem by David, when he fought with Aram Naharaim and with Aram Zobah, and Joab returned, and killed twelve thousand of Edom in the Valley of Salt.

For the sin of their mouth, and the words of their lips, let them be caught in their pride, for the curses and lies which they utter.

You, Yahweh God of Armies, the God of Israel, rouse yourself to punish the nations. Show no mercy to the wicked traitors. Selah.

For, behold, they lie in wait for my soul. The mighty gather themselves together against me, not for my disobedience, nor for my sin, Yahweh.

But you, Yahweh, laugh at them. You scoff at all the nations.

They return at evening, howling like dogs, and prowl around the city.

Consume them in wrath. Consume them, and they will be no more. Let them know that God rules in Jacob, to the ends of the earth. Selah.

Behold, they spew with their mouth. Swords are in their lips, "For," they say, "who hears us?"

They shall wander up and down for food, and wait all night if they aren't satisfied.

At evening let them return. Let them howl like a dog, and go around the city.

I have done no wrong, yet they are ready to attack me. Rise up, behold, and help me!