561 Take my side, God - I'm getting kicked around, stomped on every day. 2 Not a day goes by but somebody beats me up; They make it their duty to beat me up. 3 When I get really afraid I come to you in trust. 4 I'm proud to praise God; fearless now, I trust in God. What can mere mortals do? 5 They don't let up - they smear my reputation and huddle to plot my collapse. 6 They gang up, sneak together through the alleys To take me by surprise, wait their chance to get me. 7 Pay them back in evil! Get angry, God! Down with these people!
8 You've kept track of my every toss and turn through the sleepless nights, Each tear entered in your ledger, each ache written in your book. 9 If my enemies run away, turn tail when I yell at them, Then I'll know that God is on my side. 10 I'm proud to praise God, proud to praise God. 11 Fearless now, I trust in God; what can mere mortals do to me? 12 God, you did everything you promised, and I'm thanking you with all my heart. 13 You pulled me from the brink of death, my feet from the cliff-edge of doom. Now I stroll at leisure with God in the sunlit fields of life.
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!
