CHAPTER 56
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 long
they press
their attack.
You
have taken account
of my wanderings;
You have put
my tears
in Your bottle.
Are they not
in Your book?
Then
my enemies
will retreat
on the day
I cry for help.
By this
I will know
that
God is
on my side.
For
You have delivered
my soul
from death,
and my feet
from stumbling,
that I may walk
before
God
in the light
of life.