6. They meet, they lurk, they mark my steps,waiting my soul to kill.
7. But shall they by iniquityescape thy judgments so?O God, with indignation downdo thou the people throw.
8. My wand'rings all what they have beenthou know'st, their number took;Into thy bottle put my tears:are they not in thy book?
9. My foes shall, when I cry, turn back;I know't, God is for me.
10. In God his word I'll praise; his wordin God shall praised be.
11. In God I trust; I will not fearwhat man can do to me.
12. Thy vows upon me are, O God:I'll render praise to thee.
13. Wilt thou not, who from death me sav'd,my feet from falls keep free,To walk before God in the lightof those that living be?