Zabur 59

For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "Do Not Destroy." A poem by Dawud, when Talut 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, Allah.

⁴I have done no wrong, yet they are ready to attack me.

Rise up, behold, and help me!

⁵You, Allah, Lord God of the universe, 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, Allah, 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.

¹¹Do not 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 Yaqub,

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.