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| 1[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 1For the music director; according to the yonath-elem-rechovim style; a prayer of David, written when the Philistines captured him in Gath. Have mercy on me, O God, for men are attacking me! All day long hostile enemies are tormenting me. |
| 2[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 2Those who anticipate my defeat attack me all day long. Indeed, many are fighting against me, O Exalted One. |
| 3[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 3When I am afraid, I trust in you. |
| 4[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 4In God--I boast in his promise--in God I trust, I am not afraid. What can mere men do to me? |
| 5[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 5All day long they cause me trouble; they make a habit of plotting my demise. |
| 6[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 6They stalk and lurk; they watch my every step, as they prepare to take my life. |
| 7[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 7Because they are bent on violence, do not let them escape! In your anger bring down the nations, O God! |
| 8[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 8You keep track of my misery. Put my tears in your leather container! Are they not recorded in your scroll? |
| 9[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 9My enemies will turn back when I cry out to you for help; I know that God is on my side. |
| 10[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 10In God--I boast in his promise--in the LORD--I boast in his promise-- |
| 11[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 11in God I trust, I am not afraid. What can mere men do to me? |
| 12[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 12I am obligated to fulfill the vows I made to you, O God; I will give you the thank-offerings you deserve, |
| 13[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 13when you deliver my life from death. You keep my feet from stumbling, so that I might serve God as I enjoy life. |
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