7 They come together, they are waiting in secret places, they take note of my steps, they are waiting for my soul.
8 By evil-doing they will not get free from punishment. In wrath, O God, let the peoples be made low.
9 You have seen my wanderings; put the drops from my eyes into your bottle; are they not in your record?
10 When I send up my cry to you, my haters will be turned back; I am certain of this, for God is with me.
11 In God will I give praise to his word; in the Lord will I give praise to his word.
12 In God have I put my hope, I will have no fear of what man may do to me.
13 I keep the memory of my debt to you, O God; I will give you the offerings of praise.
