Michtam of David, when the Philistines took him in Gath.

Shew mercy, Lord, to me, for man

would swallow me outright;

He me oppresseth, while he doth

against me daily fight.

They daily would me swallow up

that hate me spitefully;

For they be many that do fight

against me, O most High.

When I'm afraid I'll trust in thee:

In God I'll praise his word;

I will not fear what flesh can do,

my trust is in the Lord.

Each day they wrest my words; their thoughts

'gainst me are all for ill.

They meet, they lurk, they mark my steps,

waiting my soul to kill.

But shall they by iniquity

escape thy judgments so?

O God, with indignation down

do thou the people throw.

My wand'rings all what they have been

thou know'st, their number took;

Into thy bottle put my tears:

are they not in thy book?

My foes shall, when I cry, turn back;

I know't, God is for me.

In God his word I'll praise; his word

in God shall praised be.

In God I trust; I will not fear

what man can do to me.

Thy vows upon me are, O God:

I'll render praise to thee.

Wilt thou not, who from death me sav'd,

my feet from falls keep free,

To walk before God in the light

of those that living be?