¶ To the chanter, upon the domme stock downe: which flyeth far off, Michtam of David, when the Philistines took him in Geth.Be merciful unto me (O God) for men will tread me down: they are daily fighting and troubling me. Mine enemies tread me daily under their feet, for they be many, that proudly fight against me. Nevertheless, when I am afraid, I put my trust in thee. I will comfort myself in God's word, yea I will hope in God, and not fear: What can flesh then do unto me. They vex me daily in my words: all that they imagine, is to do me evil. They hold all together, and keep themselves close: they mark my steps, how they may catch my soul. But in vain, for it shall escape them: and why? thou (O God) in thy displeasure shall cast down such people.
¶ Thou tellest my flittings, thou puttest my tears in thy bottle, and numberst them. Whensoever I call upon thee, mine enemies are put to flight: whereby I know that thou art my God. In God's word will I rejoice, in the LORD's word will I comfort me. Yea in God do I trust, and am not afraid: what can man then do unto me? Unto thee (O God) will I pay my vows, unto thee will I give thanks and praise. For thou hast delivered my soul from death, and my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living.