Psalm 56 (55)
The just will not fall. Prayer of the millions of oppressed who live, and no doubt will die crushed. You, Lord, have gathered our tears!
2 O God, show your mercy to me, for my foes are in hot pursuit; they press their attack on me all the time.
3 My accusers pursue me all day long, many attack me.
4 But when I am afraid, O Mighty One, I put my trust in you,
5 In God whose word I praise, in God I trust without fear. What can mortals do against me?
6 All day long they hatch their evil plans, plotting mischief to injure my cause.
7 They conspire and lurk around, watch ing my every move, bent upon taking my life.
8 They must not be allowed to go un punished; therefore, O God, in your fury bring the nations down.
9 You have a record of my la ments; my tears are stored in your wineskin. Are they not writ ten on your scroll?
10 My enemies turn back when I call on you for help; now I know that God is for me.
11 In God whose word I praise,
12 in God I trust without fear. What can mortals do against me?
13 I am bound to you by vows, O God; I shall offer my thanksgiving.
14 For 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.