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For the director of music. To the tune of “A Dove on Distant Oaks.” Of David. A miktam. When the Philistines had seized him in Gath.
  1Be merciful to me, my God,
   for my enemies are in hot pursuit;
   all day long they press their attack.
  2My adversaries pursue me all day long;
   in their pride many are attacking me.

  3When I am afraid, I put my trust in you.
   4In God, whose word I praise—
  in God I trust and am not afraid.
   What can mere mortals do to me?

  5All day long they twist my words;
   all their schemes are for my ruin.
  6They conspire, they lurk,
   they watch my steps,
   hoping to take my life.
  7Because of their wickedness do not let them escape;
   in your anger, God, bring the nations down.

  8Record my misery;
   list my tears on your scroll
   are they not in your record?
  9Then my enemies will turn back
   when I call for help.
   By this I will know that God is for me.

  10In God, whose word I praise,
   in the Lord, whose word I praise—
  11in God I trust and am not afraid.
   What can man do to me?

  12I am under vows to you, my God;
   I will present my thank offerings to you.
  13For you have delivered me from death
   and my feet from stumbling,
  that I may walk before God
   in the light of life.