Psalms 54

1 To the chief music-maker; on Neginoth. Maschil. Of David. When the Ziphites came and said to Saul, Is not David keeping himself secret among us? Let your name be my salvation, O God; let my cause be judged by your strength.

For the choirmaster. With stringed instruments. A Maskil of David. When the Ziphites went to Saul and said, “Is David not hiding among us?” Save me, O God, by Your name, and vindicate me by Your might!

2 Let my prayer come before you, O God; give ear to the words of my mouth.

Hear my prayer, O God; listen to the words of my mouth.

3 For men who are going after me have come out against me, violent men are purposing to take my soul; they have not put God before their eyes. (Selah)

For strangers rise up against me, and ruthless men seek my life— men with no regard for God.

4 See, God is my helper: the Lord is the great supporter of my soul.

Surely God is my helper; the Lord is the sustainer of my soul.

5 Let the evil works of my haters come back on them again; let them be cut off by your good faith.

He will reward my enemies with evil. In Your faithfulness, destroy them.

6 Freely will I make my offerings to you; I will give praise to your name, O Lord, for it is good.

Freely I will sacrifice to You; I will praise Your name, O LORD, for it is good.

7 Because it has been my saviour from all my trouble; and my eyes have seen the punishment of my haters.

For He has delivered me from every trouble, and my eyes have stared down my foes.