Psalms 56

1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Silent Dove in Distant Lands.” A poem by David, when the Philistines seized him in Gath. Be merciful to me, God, for man wants to swallow me up. All day long, he attacks and oppresses me.

BE merciful unto me, O God: for man would swallow me up; he fighting daily oppresseth me.

2 My enemies want to swallow me up all day long, for they are many who fight proudly against me.

Mine enemies would daily swallow me up: for they be many that fight against me, O thou most High.

3 When I am afraid, I will put my trust in you.

What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee.

4 In God, I praise his word. In God, I put my trust. I will not be afraid. What can flesh do to me?

In God I will praise his word, in God I have put my trust; I will not fear what flesh can do unto me.

5 All day long they twist my words. All their thoughts are against me for evil.

Every day they wrest my words: all their thoughts are against me for evil.

6 They conspire and lurk, watching my steps. They are eager to take my life.

They gather themselves together, they hide themselves, they mark my steps, when they wait for my soul.

7 Shall they escape by iniquity? In anger cast down the peoples, God.

Shall they escape by iniquity? in thine anger cast down the people, O God.

8 You count my wanderings. You put my tears into your container. Aren’t they in your book?

Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?

9 Then my enemies shall turn back in the day that I call. I know this: that God is for me.

When I cry unto thee, then shall mine enemies turn back: this I know; for God is for me.

10 In God, I will praise his word. In Yahweh, I will praise his word.

In God will I praise his word: in the Lord will I praise his word.

11 I have put my trust in God. I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?

In God have I put my trust: I will not be afraid what man can do unto me.

12 Your vows are on me, God. I will give thank offerings to you.

Thy vows are upon me, O God: I will render praises unto thee.

13 For you have delivered my soul from death, and prevented my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living.

For thou hast delivered my soul from death: wilt not thou deliver my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living?