They repay me evil for the good I have done; I am overwhelmed with sorrow.

What my eyes see grieves me – all the suffering of the daughters in my city.

Many say about me, “God will not deliver him.” (Selah)

For the music director; by David. In the Lord I have taken shelter. How can you say to me, “Flee to a mountain like a bird!

Use your spear and lance against those who chase me! Assure me with these words: “I am your deliverer!”

I did not harm them, but they hid a net to catch me and dug a pit to trap me.

Come! Listen, all you who are loyal to God! I will declare what he has done for me.

For look, they wait to ambush me; powerful men stalk me, but not because I have rebelled or sinned, O Lord.

Look to the right and see! No one cares about me. I have nowhere to run; no one is concerned about my life.

Should good be paid back with evil? Yet they are virtually digging a pit to kill me. Just remember how I stood before you pleading on their behalf to keep you from venting your anger on them.