1 To the chief musician on Neginoth, a Maskil of David, When the Ziphim came and said to Saul, Behold, David is hiding himself with us. O God, by thy name save me, and by thy strength grant me justice.
2 O God, hear my prayer; give ear to the words of my mouth.
3 For strangers to goodness are risen up against me, and powerful oppressors seek after my soul: they have not set God before them. Selah.
4 Behold, God is a helper unto me: the Lord is among those that uphold my soul.
5 He will cause the evil to return upon those that regard me with envy: in thy truth cut them off.
6 I will liberally sacrifice unto thee: I will give thanks unto thy name, O Lord; for it is good.
7 For out of all distress hath he delivered me: and my eye hath seen its desire on my enemies.