1To the Chief Musician. Set to 'The Silent Dove in Distant Lands.' A Michtam of David when the Philistines captured him in Gath. Be merciful to me, O God, for man would swallow me up; Fighting all day he oppresses me.2My enemies would hound me all day, For there are many who fight against me, O Most High.3Whenever I am afraid, I will trust in You.4In God (I will praise His word), In God I have put my trust; I will not fear. What can flesh do to me?5All day they twist my words; All their thoughts are against me for evil.6They gather together, They hide, they mark my steps, When they lie in wait for my life.7Shall they escape by iniquity? In anger cast down the peoples, O God!8You number my wanderings; Put my tears into Your bottle; Are they not in Your book?9When I cry out to You, Then my enemies will turn back; This I know, because God is for me.10In God (I will praise His word), In the Lord (I will praise His word),11In God I have put my trust; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?12Vows made to You are binding upon me, O God; I will render praises to You,13For You have delivered my soul from death. Have You not kept my feet from falling, That I may walk before God In the light of the living?
1A Song of Ascents. In my distress I cried to the Lord, And He heard me.2Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips And from a deceitful tongue.3What shall be given to you, Or what shall be done to you, You false tongue?4Sharp arrows of the warrior, With coals of the broom tree!5Woe is me, that I dwell in Meshech, That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!6My soul has dwelt too long With one who hates peace.7I am for peace; But when I speak, they are for war.
1To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Deliver me, O Lord, from evil men; Preserve me from violent men,2Who plan evil things in their hearts; They continually gather together for war.3They sharpen their tongues like a serpent; The poison of asps is under their lips. Selah4Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the wicked; Preserve me from violent men, Who have purposed to make my steps stumble.5The proud have hidden a snare for me, and cords; They have spread a net by the wayside; They have set traps for me. Selah6I said to the Lord: "You are my God; Hear the voice of my supplications, O Lord.7O God the Lord, the strength of my salvation, You have covered my head in the day of battle.8Do not grant, O Lord, the desires of the wicked; Do not further his wicked scheme, Lest they be exalted. Selah9"As for the head of those who surround me, Let the evil of their lips cover them;10Let burning coals fall upon them; Let them be cast into the fire, Into deep pits, that they rise not up again.11Let not a slanderer be established in the earth; Let evil hunt the violent man to overthrow him."12I know that the Lord will maintain The cause of the afflicted, And justice for the poor.13Surely the righteous shall give thanks to Your name; The upright shall dwell in Your presence.
1A Psalm of David. Lord, I cry out to You; Make haste to me! Give ear to my voice when I cry out to You.2Let my prayer be set before You as incense, The lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.3Set a guard, O Lord, over my mouth; Keep watch over the door of my lips.4Do not incline my heart to any evil thing, To practice wicked works With men who work iniquity; And do not let me eat of their delicacies.5Let the righteous strike me; It shall be a kindness. And let him rebuke me; It shall be as excellent oil; Let my head not refuse it. For still my prayer is against the deeds of the wicked.6Their judges are overthrown by the sides of the cliff, And they hear my words, for they are sweet.7Our bones are scattered at the mouth of the grave, As when one plows and breaks up the earth.8But my eyes are upon You, O God the Lord; In You I take refuge; Do not leave my soul destitute.9Keep me from the snares they have laid for me, And from the traps of the workers of iniquity.10Let the wicked fall into their own nets, While I escape safely.
1A Contemplation of David. A Prayer when he was in the cave. I cry out to the Lord with my voice; With my voice to the Lord I make my supplication.2I pour out my complaint before Him; I declare before Him my trouble.3When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, Then You knew my path. In the way in which I walk They have secretly set a snare for me.4Look on my right hand and see, For there is no one who acknowledges me; Refuge has failed me; No one cares for my soul.5I cried out to You, O Lord: I said, "You are my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.6Attend to my cry, For I am brought very low; Deliver me from my persecutors, For they are stronger than I.7Bring my soul out of prison, That I may praise Your name; The righteous shall surround me, For You shall deal bountifully with me."