Psalms 57
1 Unto the end. May you not destroy. Of David, with the inscription of a title, when he fled from Saul into a cave. Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me. For my soul trusts in you. And I will hope in the shadow of your wings, until iniquity passes away.
Unto the end, destroy not, for David, for an inscription of a title, when he fled from Saul into the cave. Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me: for my soul trusteth in thee. And in the shadow of thy wings will I hope, until iniquity pass away.
2 I will cry out to God Most High, to God who has been kind to me.
I will cry to God the most High; to God who hath done good to me.
3 He sent from heaven and freed me. He has surrendered into disgrace those who trampled me. God has sent his mercy and his truth.
He hath sent from heaven and delivered me: he hath made them a reproach that trod upon me. God hath sent his mercy and his truth,
4 And he has rescued my soul from the midst of the young lions. I slept troubled. The sons of men: their teeth are weapons and arrows, and their tongue is a sharp sword.
And he hath delivered my soul from the midst of the young lions. I slept troubled. The sons of men, whose teeth are weapons and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
5 Be exalted above the heavens, O God, and your glory above all the earth.
Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens, and thy glory above all the earth.
6 They prepared a snare for my feet, and they bowed down my soul. They dug a pit before my face, yet they have fallen into it.
They prepared a snare for my feet; and they bowed down my soul. They dug a pit before my face, and they are fallen into it.
7 My heart is prepared, O God, my heart is prepared. I will sing, and I will compose a psalm.
My heart is ready, O God, my heart is ready: I will Sing, and rehearse a psalm.
8 Rise up, my glory. Rise up, psaltery and harp. I will arise in early morning.
Arise, O my glory, arise psaltery and harp: I will arise early.
9 I will confess to you, O Lord, among the peoples. I will compose a psalm to you among the nations.
I will give praise to thee, O Lord, among the people: I will sing a psalm to thee among the nations.
10 For your mercy has been magnified, even to the heavens, and your truth, even to the clouds.
For thy mercy is magnified even to the heavens: and thy truth unto the clouds.
11 Be exalted above the heavens, O God, and your glory above all the earth.
Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens: and thy glory above all the earth.
