1 Show mercy, Lord, to me, for man would swallow me outright; He me oppresseth, while he doth against me daily fight. 2 They daily would me swallow up that hate me spitefully; For they be many that do fight against me, O most High. 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 iniquity escape thy judgments so? O God, with indignation down do thou the people throw. 8 My wand'rings all what they have been thou 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 word in God shall praisèd be. 11 In God I trust; I will not fear what man can do to me. 12 Thy vows upon me are, O God: I'll render praise to thee. 13 Wilt thou not, who from death me saved, my feet from falls keep free, To walk before God in the light of those that living be?