MKJV(i) 1 To the Chief Musician. Concerning the silent dove, those far off. Of David, a secret treasure, when the Philistines took him in Gath. Be merciful to me, O God, for man would swallow me up; fighting daily, he presses me down. 2 My watchers panted for me daily; for many are they who proudly fight against me. 3 When I am afraid I will trust in You. 4 In God I will praise His Word; in God I have put my trust; I will not fear what flesh can do to me. 5 All day long they pervert my words; all their thoughts are against me for evil. 6 They stir up strife; they hide themselves; they watch my steps as they wait for my soul. 7 Shall they escape by iniquity? In anger cast down the peoples, O God. 8 You number my wandering; O put my tears into Your bottle; are they not in Your Book? 9 When I cry, then my enemies will be turned back. This I know, for God is with me. 10 In God I will praise His Word; in Jehovah will I praise His Word. 11 In God I have put my trust; I will not be afraid of what man can do to me. 12 Your vows are on me, O God; I will give praises to You. 13 For You have delivered my soul from death; have You not kept my feet from falling, so that I may walk before God in the light of the living?