1-3. I run for dear life to God,I’ll never live to regret it.Do what you do so well:get me out of this mess and up on my feet.Put your ear to the ground and listen,give me space for salvation.Be a guest room where I can retreat;you said your door was always open!You’re my salvation—my vast, granite fortress.
12-16. God, don’t just watch from the sidelines.Come on! Run to my side!My accusers—make them lose face.Those out to get me—make them lookLike idiots, while I stretch out, reaching for you,and daily add praise to praise.I’ll write the book on your righteousness,talk up your salvation the livelong day,never run out of good things to write or say.I come in the power of the Lord God,I post signs marking his right-of-way.