tunes: v 1-8
v 9-13 Bristol, Grafenberg]
To the chief Musician upon Jonath-elem-rechokim,
Michtam of David, when the Philistines took him
1Shew mercy, Lord, to me, for man
would swallow me outright;
me oppresseth, while he doth
against me daily fight.
2They daily would me swallow up
that hate me spitefully;
they be many that do fight
against me, O most High.
3When I'm afraid I'll trust in thee:
I'll praise his word;
will not fear what flesh can do,
my trust is in the Lord.
5Each day they wrest my words; their thoughts
'gainst me are all for ill.
6They meet, they lurk, they mark my steps,
waiting my soul to kill.
7But shall they by iniquity
escape thy judgments so?
God, with indignation down
do thou the people throw.
8My wand'rings all what they have been
thou know'st, their number took;
thy bottle put my tears:
are they not in thy book?
9My foes shall, when I cry, turn back;
I know't, God is for me.
10In God his word I'll praise; his word
in God shall praised be.
11In God I trust; I will not fear
what man can do to me.
12Thy vows upon me are, O God:
I'll render praise to thee.
13Wilt thou not, who from death me sav'd,
my feet from falls keep free,
walk before God in the light
of those that living be?
The Psalms in Metre