3 When I'm afraid I'll trust in thee:
4 In God I'll praise his word;I will not fear what flesh can do,my trust is in the Lord.
5 Each day they wrest my words; their thoughts'gainst me are all for ill.
6 They meet, they lurk, they mark my steps,waiting my soul to kill.
7 But shall they by iniquityescape thy judgments so?O God, with indignation downdo thou the people throw.
8 My wand'rings all what they have beenthou know'st, their number took;Into thy bottle put my tears:are they not in thy book?
9 My foes shall, when I cry, turn back;I know't, God is for me.