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For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Silent Dove in Distant Lands.” A poem by David, when the Philistines seized him in Gath.

56 Be merciful to me, God, for man wants to swallow me up.
    All day long, he attacks and oppresses me.
My enemies want to swallow me up all day long,
    for they are many who fight proudly against me.
When I am afraid,
    I will put my trust in you.
In God, I praise his word.
    In God, I put my trust.
I will not be afraid.
    What can flesh do to me?
All day long they twist my words.
    All their thoughts are against me for evil.
They conspire and lurk,
    watching my steps.
    They are eager to take my life.
Shall they escape by iniquity?
    In anger cast down the peoples, God.
You count my wanderings.
    You put my tears into your container.
    Aren’t they in your book?
Then my enemies shall turn back in the day that I call.
    I know this: that God is for me.
10 In God, I will praise his word.
    In Yahweh, I will praise his word.
11 I have put my trust in God.
    I will not be afraid.
    What can man do to me?
12 Your vows are on me, God.
    I will give thank offerings to you.
13 For you have delivered my soul from death,
    and prevented my feet from falling,
    that I may walk before God in the light of the living.

Psalm 56

For the music leader. According to “The Silent Dove of Distant Places.” A miktam[a] of David, when the Philistines seized him in Gath.

56 God, have mercy on me because I’m being trampled.
    All day long the enemy oppresses me.
My attackers trample me all day long
    because I have so many enemies.
Exalted one, whenever I’m afraid,
    I put my trust in you—
        in God, whose word I praise.
        I trust in God; I won’t be afraid.
    What can mere flesh do to me?

All day long they frustrate my pursuits;
    all their thoughts are evil against me.
They get together and set an ambush—
    they are watching my steps,
    hoping for my death.
Don’t rescue them for any reason!
    In wrath bring down the people, God!

You yourself have kept track of my misery.
    Put my tears into your bottle—
    aren’t they on your scroll already?
Then my enemies will retreat when I cry out.
    I know this because God is mine.
10     God: whose word I praise.
        The Lord: whose word I praise.
11 I trust in God; I won’t be afraid.
    What can anyone do to me?

12 I will fulfill my promises to you, God.
    I will present thanksgiving offerings to you
13     because you have saved my life from death,
    saved my feet from stumbling
        so that I can walk before God in the light of life.

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 56:1 Perhaps inscription

10 David arose, and fled that day for fear of Saul, and went to Achish the king of Gath. 11 The servants of Achish said to him, “Isn’t this David the king of the land? Didn’t they sing to one another about him in dances, saying,

‘Saul has slain his thousands,
    and David his ten thousands?’”

12 David laid up these words in his heart, and was very afraid of Achish the king of Gath.

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David pretends to be crazy

10 So David got up and continued running from Saul. He went to Achish, Gath’s king. 11 Achish’s servants said to him, “Isn’t that David, king of the land? He’s the one people sing about in their dances,

‘Saul has killed his thousands,
    but David has killed his tens of thousands!’”

12 David took these words very seriously and became very frightened of Achish, Gath’s king.

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