⁰To the choirmaster, with stringed instruments. A poem of David, when the Ziphites came and said to Saul, "Is David not hiding himself with us?"

¹O God, save me by your name, and vindicate me by your might.

²O God, hear my prayer; give ear to the words of my mouth.

³For strangers have risen up against me, and ruthless men have sought out my being; they have not set God before them. Selah

⁴Behold, God is a helper to me; the Lord is among those who sustain my being.

⁵He will turn the evil back on my enemies; in your firmness, put an end to them.

⁶With a free offering I will sacrifice to you; I will give thanks to your name, O Yahweh, for it is good.

⁷For from every distress he has delivered me, and my eye has looked on my enemies.