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For the choirmaster. To the tune of “A Dove on Distant Oaks.” A Miktam of David, when the Philistines seized him in Gath. Be merciful to me, O God, for men are hounding me; all day they press their attack. |
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My enemies pursue me all day long, for many proudly assail me. |
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When I am afraid, I put my trust in You. |
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In God, whose word I praise—in God I trust. I will not be afraid. What can man do to me? |
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All day long they twist my words; all their thoughts are on my demise. |
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They conspire, they lurk, they watch my steps while they wait to take my life. |
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In spite of such sin, will they escape? In Your anger, O God, cast down the nations. |
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You have taken account of my wanderings. Put my tears in Your bottle—are they not in Your book? |
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Then my enemies will retreat on the day I cry for help. By this I will know that God is on my side. |
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In God, whose word I praise, in the LORD, whose word I praise, |
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in God I trust; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me? |
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Your vows are upon me, O God; I will render thank offerings to You. |
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For You have delivered my soul from death, and my feet from stumbling, that I may walk before God in the light of life. |
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