Psalms 57
1 For the choirmaster. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A Miktam of David, when he fled from Saul into the cave. Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy, for in You my soul takes refuge. In the shadow of Your wings I will take shelter until the danger has passed.
To the chief music-maker; put to Al-tashheth. Michtam. Of David. When he went in flight from Saul, in the hole of the rock. Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me; for the hope of my soul is in you: I will keep myself safely under the shade of your wings, till these troubles are past.
2 I cry out to God Most High, to God who fulfills His purpose for me.
I will send up my cry to the Most High God; to God who does all things for me.
3 He reaches down from heaven and saves me; He rebukes those who trample me. (Selah) God sends forth His loving devotion and His truth.
He will send from heaven, and take me from the power of him whose desire is for my destruction. God will send out his mercy and his good faith.
4 My soul is among the lions; I lie down with ravenous beasts— with men whose teeth are spears and arrows, whose tongues are sharp swords.
My soul is among lions; I am stretched out among those who are on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and whose tongue is a sharp sword.
5 Be exalted, O God, above the heavens; may Your glory cover all the earth.
O God, be lifted up higher than the heavens; let your glory be over all the earth.
6 They spread a net for my feet; my soul was despondent. They dug a pit before me, but they themselves have fallen into it!
They have made ready a net for my steps; my soul is bent down; they have made a great hole before me, and have gone down into it themselves. (Selah)
7 My heart is steadfast, O God, my heart is steadfast. I will sing and make music.
My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed; I will make songs, and give praise.
8 Awake, my glory! Awake, O harp and lyre! I will awaken the dawn.
You are my glory; let the instruments of music be awake; I myself will be awake with the dawn.
9 I will praise You, O Lord, among the nations; I will sing Your praises among the peoples.
I will give you praise, O Lord, among the peoples; I will make songs to you among the nations.
10 For Your loving devotion reaches to the heavens, and Your faithfulness to the clouds.
For your mercy is great, stretching up to the heavens, and your righteousness goes up to the clouds.
11 Be exalted, O God, above the heavens; may Your glory cover all the earth.
Be lifted up, O God, higher than the heavens, let your glory be over all the earth.
