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.
10 In God his word I'll praise; his wordin God shall praised be.
11 In God I trust; I will not fearwhat man can do to me.