My times are wholly in thine hand: do thou deliver me From their hands that mine enemies and persecutors be.
My times are in thy hand: Deliver me from the hand of mine enemies, and from them that persecute me.
My times are in Your hands; deliver me from the hands of my foes and those who pursue me and persecute me.
My future is in your hands. Don’t hand me over to my enemies, to all who are out to get me!
Dear in God's sight is his saints' death.
O God the Lord, who art the strength of my salvation: A cov'ring in the day of war my head thou hast put on.
Because I am brought very low, attend unto my cry: Me from my persecutors save, who stronger are than I.
And of thy mercy slay my foes; let all destroyed be That do afflict my soul: for I a servant am to thee.
For th' en'my hath pursu'd my soul, my life to ground down tread: In darkness he hath made me dwell, as who have long been dead.
Lord, free me from my foes; I flee to thee to cover me.
Arise, and disappoint my foe, and cast him down, O Lord: My soul save from the wicked man, the man which is thy sword.
O Lord, I trust in thee: My God, let me not be asham'd, nor foes triumph o'er me.
I of the Lord my God will say, He is my refuge still, He is my fortress, and my God, and in him trust I will.