1-4 Take my side, God—I’m getting kicked around,stomped on every day.Not a day goes bybut somebody beats me up;They make it their dutyto beat me up.When I get really afraidI come to you in trust.I’m proud to praise God;fearless now, I trust in God.What can mere mortals do?
5-6 They don’t let up—they smear my reputationand huddle to plot my collapse.They gang up,sneak together through the alleysTo take me by surprise,wait their chance to get me.
7 Pay them back in evil!Get angry, God!Down with these people!
8 You’ve kept track of my every toss and turnthrough the sleepless nights,Each tear entered in your ledger,each ache written in your book.
9 If my enemies run away,turn tail when I yell at them,Then I’ll knowthat God is on my side.
10-11 I’m proud to praise God,proud to praise God.Fearless now, I trust in God;what can mere mortals do to me?