6They gather themselues together; they hide themselues, they marke my steps when they wait for my soule. 7Shall they escape by iniquitie? in thine anger cast downe the people, O God. 8Thou tellest my wanderings, put thou my teares into thy bottle: are they not in thy booke?9When I crie vnto thee, then shall mine enemies turne backe: this I know, for God is for me. 10In God will I praise his word: in the Lord will I praise his word.