Psalms

For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A poem by David, when Saul sent, and they watched the house to kill him.

1Deliver me from my enemies, my God.Set me on high from those who rise up against me.

2Deliver me from the workers of iniquity.Save me from the bloodthirsty men.

3For, behold, they lie in wait for my soul.The mighty gather themselves together against me, not for my disobedience, nor for my sin, LORD.

4I have done no wrong, yet they are ready to attack me.Rise up, behold, and help me!

5You, LORD God of Armies, the God of Israel,rouse yourself to punish the nations. Show no mercy to the wicked traitors. Selah.

6They return at evening, howling like dogs,and prowl around the city.

7Behold, they spew with their mouth.Swords are in their lips, “For”, they say, “who hears us?”

8But you, LORD, laugh at them.You scoff at all the nations.

9Oh, my Strength, I watch for you,for God is my high tower.

10My God will go before me with his loving kindness.God will let me look at my enemies in triumph.

11Don’t kill them, or my people may forget.Scatter them by your power, and bring them down, Lord our shield.

12For the sin of their mouth, and the words of their lips,let them be caught in their pride, for the curses and lies which they utter.

13Consume them in wrath.Consume them, and they will be no more.Let them know that God rules in Jacob,to the ends of the earth. Selah.

14At evening let them return.Let them howl like a dog, and go around the city.

15They shall wander up and down for food,and wait all night if they aren’t satisfied.

16But I will sing of your strength.Yes, I will sing aloud of your loving kindness in the morning.For you have been my high tower,a refuge in the day of my distress.

17To you, my strength, I will sing praises.For God is my high tower, the God of my mercy.

1Unto the end, for them that shall be changed, for the inscription of a title, to David himself, for doctrine,

2When he set fire to Mesopotamia of Syria and Sobal and Joab returned and slew of Edom, in the vale of the saltpits, twelve thousand men.

3O God, thou hast cast us off, and hast destroyed us; thou hast been angry, and hast had mercy on us.

4Thou hast moved the earth, and hast troubled it: heal thou the breaches thereof, for it has been moved.

5Thou hast shewn thy people hard things; thou hast made us drink wine of sorrow.

6Thou hast given a warning to them that fear thee: that they may flee from before the bow: That thy beloved may be delivered.

7Save me with thy right hand, and hear me.

8God hath spoken in his holy place: I will rejoice, and I will divide Sichem; and will mete out the vale of tabernacles.

9Galaad is mine, and Manasses is mine: and Ephraim is the strength of my head. Juda is my king:

10Moab is the pot of my hope. Into Edom will I stretch out my shoe: to me the foreigners are made subject.

11Who will bring me into the strong city? who will lead me into Edom?

12Wilt not thou, O God, who hast cast us off? and wilt not thou, O God, go out with our armies?

13Give us help from trouble: for vain is the salvation of man.

14Through God we shall do mightily: and he shall bring to nothing them that afflict us.

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