Psalms 56

1 For the choirmaster. To the tune of “A Dove on Distant Oaks.” A Miktam of David, when the Philistines seized him in Gath. Be merciful to me, O God, for men are hounding me; all day they press their attack.

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

2 My enemies pursue me all day long, for many proudly assail me.

2 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 put my trust in You.

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

4 In God, whose word I praise—in God I trust. I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?

4 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 on my demise.

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

6 They conspire, they lurk, they watch my steps while they wait to take my life.

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

7 In spite of such sin, will they escape? In Your anger, O God, cast down the nations.

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

8 You have taken account of my wanderings. Put my tears in Your bottle—are they not in Your book?

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

9 Then my enemies will retreat on the day I cry for help. By this I will know that God is on my side.

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

10 In God, whose word I praise, in the LORD, whose word I praise,

10 In God will I praise his word: in the LORD will I praise his word.

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

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

12 Your vows are upon me, O God; I will render thank offerings to You.

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

13 For You have delivered my soul from death, and my feet from stumbling, that I may walk before God in the light of life.

13 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?