My foes, with their mouth, dig pits for me.
Their words are as dirt conceived to bury me.
They yearn to break my will by intimidation.
They query my integrity amid the congregation.
They mistrust my motives; criticize my ability.
They brashly boost themselves, void of humility.
They slyly mask their mischief by a flimsy guise,
Oblivious that God observes with all-seeing eyes.
When I consider their deeds, it grieves my soul,
For my one desire is to win my God-given goal.
I beseech my God in the midst of my distress.
He bestows grace lifting me above wickedness.
His word reminds that He has me on His mind.
His Spirit sways me to be forgiving and kind.
When I petition, my Elevator opens the door.
He takes me in and takes me up to a higher floor.
He mystifies my foes by His favor towards me.
He uses their evil effort to show forth His glory.
I wholeheartedly recommend my Elevator to you.
His name is Jesus; He lifts above sin and enemies, too.
1. Lord, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me. 2. Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah. 3. But thou, O Lord, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head. 4. I cried unto the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. Selah. 5. I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord sustained me. 6. I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about. 7. Arise, O Lord; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly. 8. Salvation belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing is upon thy people. Selah.