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
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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
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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)
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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
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Your vows (are) upon me , O God ; I will render thank offerings
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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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