Psalm 56

My God, show mercy, I'm distressed,
By foes in hot pursuit;
They all day their attack have pressed.
They all day persecute.

Many attack me, in their pride,

Afraid, I trust in you,
In God whose word is to be praised.
I trust in God – fear through.

What can mere mortals do to me?

They twist my words all day;
Their schemes they all intend to be
My ruin, my decay.

They plot, they lurk, my steps they see,

They hope my life to take.
Wicked they are, don't set them free;
In wrath, God, nations break.

Record my misery; write what's found,

My tears list on your scroll.
Are all my cries not written down,
Yes, all my tears, the whole?

Then he'll turn back, my enemy,

When I call out for aid.
By this I'll know God is for me,
God's for me, whose word's praised.

In God, whose word I praise each day,
Your word I praise, Lord, true.
In God I trust, fear won't hold sway,
What can man to me do?

I'm under vows, my God, to you;

Thank-off'rings let there be
Giv'n to you, for you're the one who
From death has rescued me.

From stumbling you have freed my feet

That I may walk before,
Before you God and in the light
Of life for evermore.