Deliver Me from My Enemies
(1 Samuel 19:1–24)

1To the overseer, Thou wilt not destroy, to David a poem; in Saul sending, and they will watch the house to kill him. Deliver me from mine enemies, O God: thou wilt set me on high from those rising up against me.

2Deliver me from those working vanity, and save me from men of bloods.

3For behold, they lay in wait for my soul: the strong will gather against me; not my transgression and not my sin, O Jehovah.

4Not iniquity, they will run and they will prepare: be aroused to meet me, and see.

5And thou Jehovah God of armies, God of Israel, awake to review all the nations: thou wilt not compassionate all covering iniquity. Silence.

6They will turn back at evening: they will make a noise as a dog, and they will surround the city.

7Behold, they will gush out with their mouth: swords in their lips: for who heard?

8And thou, O Jehovah, wilt laugh at them; thou wilt deride at all the nations.

9His strength for thee will I watch: for God my height.

10My God, his mercy shall anticipate me: God shall cause me to look upon mine enemies.

11Thou wilt not kill them lest my people shall forget: cause them to wander to and fro by thy strength, and bring them down, O Jehovah, our shield.

12The sin of their mouth the word of their lips, and they shall be taken in their pride: and from cursing and from falsehood they will recount.

13Finish in wrath, finish, and they not be: and they knew that God ruled in Jacob to the ends of the earth. Silence.

14They shall turn back at evening; they shall make a noise as a dog, and they will surround the city.

15They shall wander to and fro to eat, though they shall not be satisfied; and they will pass the night.

16And I will sing thy strength; and I will rejoice at morning for thy mercy; for they wert a height to me, and a refuge in the day of straits to me.

17My help, to thee I will play on the harp, for God my height, the God of my mercy.