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because of the noise of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked. For they drop trouble upon me, and in anger they bear a grudge against me.

Destroy, O Lord, divide their tongues; for I see violence and strife in the city.

For it is not an enemy who taunts me— then I could bear it; it is not an adversary who deals insolently with me— then I could hide from him.

Let death steal over them; let them go down to Sheol alive; for evil is in their dwelling place and in their heart.

He redeems my soul in safety from the battle that I wage, for many are arrayed against me.

To the choirmaster: according to The Dove on Far-off Terebinths. A Miktam of David, when the Philistines seized him in Gath. Be gracious to me, O God, for man tramples on me; all day long an attacker oppresses me;

my enemies trample on me all day long, for many attack me proudly.

All day long they injure my cause; all their thoughts are against me for evil.

They stir up strife, they lurk; they watch my steps, as they have waited for my life.

For their crime will they escape? In wrath cast down the peoples, O God!

Then my enemies will turn back in the day when I call. This I know, that God is for me.

For you have delivered my soul from death, yes, my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of life.

To the choirmaster: according to Do Not Destroy. A Miktam of David, when he fled from Saul, in the cave. Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me, for in you my soul takes refuge; in the shadow of your wings I will take refuge, till the storms of destruction pass by.

I cry out to God Most High, to God who fulfills his purpose for me.

They set a net for my steps; my soul was bowed down. They dug a pit in my way, but they have fallen into it themselves. Selah

For your steadfast love is great to the heavens, your faithfulness to the clouds.

Mankind will say, "Surely there is a reward for the righteous; surely there is a God who judges on earth."

For behold, they lie in wait for my life; fierce men stir up strife against me. For no transgression or sin of mine, O Lord ,

for no fault of mine, they run and make ready. Awake, come to meet me, and see!

There they are, bellowing with their mouths with swords in their lips— for "Who," they think, "will hear us?"