Prayer of the millions of oppressed who live, and no doubt will die crushed. You, Lord, have gathered our tears!
1* 2O God, show your mercy to me, for my foes are in hot pursuit; they press their attack on me all the time.
3My accusers pursue me all day long, many attack me. 4But when I am afraid, O Mighty One, I put my trust in you,
5In God whose word I praise, in God I trust without fear. What can mortals do against me?
6All day long they hatch their evil plans, plotting mischief to injure my cause.
7They conspire and lurk around, watch ing my every move, bent upon taking my life.
8They must not be allowed to go unpunished; therefore, O God, in your fury bring the nations down.
9You have a record of my laments; my tears are stored in your wineskin. Are they not writ ten on your scroll?
10My enemies turn back when I call on you for help; now I know that God is for me.
11In God whose word I praise, 12in God I trust without fear. What can mortals do against me?
13I am bound to you by vows, O God; I shall offer my thanksgiving.
14For you have rescued my soul from death and my feet from stumbling, that I might walk in God’s presence in the light of the living.
