561 To the Overseer.—'On the Dumb Dove far off.'—A secret treasure of David, in the Philistines' taking hold of him in Gath. Favour me, O God, for man swallowed me up, All the day fighting he oppresseth me, 2 Mine enemies have swallowed up all the day, For many 'are' fighting against me, O most High, 3 The day I am afraid I am confident toward Thee. 4 In God I praise His word, in God I have trusted, I fear not what flesh doth to me. 5 All the day they wrest my words, Concerning me all their thoughts 'are' for evil, 6 They assemble, they hide, they watch my heels, When they have expected my soul. 7 By iniquity they escape, In anger the peoples put down, O God.
8 My wandering Thou hast counted, Thou—place Thou my tear in Thy bottle, Are they not in Thy book? 9 Then turn back do mine enemies in the day I call. This I have known, that God 'is' for me. 10 In God I praise the word, In Jehovah I praise the word. 11 In God I trusted, I fear not what man doth to me, 12 On me, O God, 'are' Thy vows, I repay thank-offerings to Thee. 13 For Thou hast delivered my soul from death, Dost Thou not my feet from falling? To walk habitually before God in the light of the living!
1201 A Song of the Ascents. Unto Jehovah in my distress I have called, And He answereth me. 2 O Jehovah, deliver my soul from a lying lip, From a deceitful tongue! 3 What doth He give to thee? And what doth He add to thee? O deceitful tongue! 4 Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.
5 Wo to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, I have dwelt with tents of Kedar. 6 Too much hath my soul dwelt with him who is hating peace. 7 I 'am' peace, and when I speak they 'are' for war!
1401 Deliver me, O Jehovah, from an evil man, From one of violence Thou keepest me. 2 Who have devised evils in the heart, All the day they assemble 'for' wars. 3 They sharpened their tongue as a serpent, Poison of an adder 'is' under their lips. Selah. 4 Preserve me, Jehovah, from the hands of the wicked, From one of violence Thou keepest me, Who have devised to overthrow my steps. 5 The proud hid a snare for me—and cords, They spread a net by the side of the path, Snares they have set for me. Selah. 6 I have said to Jehovah, 'My God 'art' Thou, Hear, Jehovah, the voice of my supplications.' 7 O Jehovah, my Lord, strength of my salvation, Thou hast covered my head in the day of armour.
8 Grant not, O Jehovah, the desires of the wicked, His wicked device bring not forth, They are high. Selah. 9 The chief of my surrounders, The perverseness of their lips covereth them. 10 They cause to fall on themselves burning coals, Into fire He doth cast them, Into deep pits—they arise not. 11 A talkative man is not established in the earth, One of violence—evil hunteth to overflowing. 12 I have known that Jehovah doth execute The judgment of the afflicted, The judgment of the needy. 13 Only—the righteous give thanks to Thy name, The upright do dwell with Thy presence!
1411 O Jehovah, I have called Thee, haste to me, Give ear 'to' my voice when I call to Thee. 2 My prayer is prepared—incense before Thee, The lifting up of my hands—the evening present. 3 Set, O Jehovah, a watch for my mouth, Watch Thou over the door of my lips. 4 Incline not my heart to an evil thing, To do habitually actions in wickedness, With men working iniquity, Yea, I eat not of their pleasant things.
5 The righteous doth beat me 'in' kindness. And doth reprove me, Oil of the head my head disalloweth not, For still my prayer 'is' about their vexations. 6 Their judges have been released by the sides of a rock, And they have heard my sayings, For they have been pleasant. 7 As one tilling and ripping up in the land, Have our bones been scattered at the command of Saul. 8 But to Thee, O Jehovah, my Lord, 'are' mine eyes, In Thee I have trusted, Make not bare my soul. 9 Keep me from the gin they laid for me, Even snares of workers of iniquity. 10 The wicked fall in their nets together, till I pass over!
1421 An Instruction of David, a Prayer when he is in the cave. My voice 'is' unto Jehovah, I cry, My voice 'is' unto Jehovah, I entreat grace. 2 I pour forth before Him my meditation, My distress before Him I declare. 3 When my spirit hath been feeble in me, Then Thou hast known my path; In the way 'in' which I walk, They have hid a snare for me.
4 Looking on the right hand—and seeing, And I have none recognizing; Perished hath refuge from me, There is none inquiring for my soul. 5 I have cried unto thee, O Jehovah, I have said, 'Thou 'art' my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.' 6 Attend Thou unto my loud cry, For I have become very low, Deliver Thou me from my pursuers, For they have been stronger than I. 7 Bring forth from prison my soul to confess Thy name, The righteous do compass me about, When Thou conferrest benefits upon me!
