¹To the chief musician. Concerning the silent dove, those far off. Of David, a secret treasure (when the Philistines seized him in Gath). Favor me, O God, for man snuffs me up; all the day fighting oppresses me. ²My watchers panted for me all the day; for many are proudly fighting against me. ³The day I am afraid, I will trust in You. ⁴In God I will praise His word; in God I have trusted; I will not fear; what will flesh do to me? ⁵All the day they pervert my words; all their thoughts are against me for evil. ⁶They stir up strife; they hide; they observe my footprints as they wait for my soul. ⁷Is escape for them by iniquity? In anger the peoples cast down, O God. ⁸You have counted my wandering; O put my tears in Your bottle; are they not in Your Book? ⁹Then my enemies will turn back in the day I call; this I know, for God is for me. ¹⁰In God I will praise the Word; in Jehovah I will praise the Word. ¹¹In God I have trusted; I will not fear; what will man do to me? ¹²On me, O God, are Your vows; I will render to You thank offerings. ¹³For You have delivered my soul from death. Do You not keep my feet from falling, so that I may walk before God in the light of the living?