2 When evildoers come at meto devour my flesh,These my enemies and foesthemselves stumble and fall.
3 Though an army encamp against me,my heart does not fear;Though war be waged against me,even then do I trust.
4 One thing I ask of the Lord;this I seek:To dwell in the Lord’s houseall the days of my life,To gaze on the Lord’s beauty,to visit his temple.
5 For God will hide me in his shelterin time of trouble,He will conceal me in the cover of his tent;and set me high upon a rock.
6 Even now my head is held highabove my enemies on every side!I will offer in his tentsacrifices with shouts of joy;I will sing and chant praise to the Lord.
7 Hear my voice, Lord, when I call;have mercy on me and answer me.
8 “Come,” says my heart, “seek his face”;your face, Lord, do I seek!