Psalms 57
1 To the chief Musician. 'Destroy not.' Of David. Michtam; when he fled from Saul in the cave. Be gracious unto me, O God, be gracious unto me; for my soul taketh refuge in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings do I take refuge, until the calamities be overpast.
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 will call unto God, the Most High; unto God that performeth [all] for me.
I will send up my cry to the Most High God; to God who does all things for me.
3 He will send from the heavens and save me; he hath covered with reproach him that would swallow me up. (Selah) God hath sent forth his loving-kindness 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 in the midst of lions; I lie down [among] them that breathe out flames, the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
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 above the heavens, O God; let thy glory be above all the earth!
O God, be lifted up higher than the heavens; let your glory be over all the earth.
6 They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul was bowed down: they have digged a pit before me; they are fallen into the midst thereof. (Selah)
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 fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing, yea, I will sing psalms.
My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed; I will make songs, and give praise.
8 Awake, my glory; awake, lute and harp: I will wake the dawn.
You are my glory; let the instruments of music be awake; I myself will be awake with the dawn.
9 I will give thee thanks among the peoples, O Lord; of thee will I sing psalms among the nations:
I will give you praise, O Lord, among the peoples; I will make songs to you among the nations.
10 For thy loving-kindness is great unto the heavens, and thy truth unto the clouds.
For your mercy is great, stretching up to the heavens, and your righteousness goes up to the clouds.
11 Be exalted above the heavens, O God; let thy glory be above all the earth!
Be lifted up, O God, higher than the heavens, let your glory be over all the earth.
