1To the chief musician on Neginoth, a Maskil of David,¶ 2When the Ziphim came and said to Saul, Behold, David is hiding himself with us.¶ 3O God, by thy name save me, and by thy strength grant me justice. 4O God, hear my prayer; give ear to the words of my mouth. 5For strangers to goodness are risen up against me, and powerful oppressors seek after my soul: they have not set God before them. Selah. 6Behold, God is a helper unto me: the Lord is among those that uphold my soul. 7He will cause the evil to return upon those that regard me with envy: in thy truth cut them off. I will liberally sacrifice unto thee: I will give thanks unto thy name, O Lord; for it is good. For out of all distress hath he delivered me: and my eye hath seen its desire on my enemies.