< Psalms 57 >

1 BE merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast.
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.
2 I will cry unto God most high; unto God that performeth all things for me.
I will cry out to God Most High, to God who has been kind to me.
3 He shall send from heaven, and save me from the reproach of him that would swallow me up. (Selah) God shall send forth his mercy and his truth.
He sent from heaven and freed me. He has surrendered into disgrace those who trampled me. God has sent his mercy and his truth.
4 My soul is among lions: and I lie even among them that are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
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.
5 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens; let thy glory be above all the earth.
Be exalted above the heavens, O God, and your glory above all the earth.
6 They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down: they have digged a pit before me, into the midst whereof they are fallen themselves. (Selah)
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.
7 My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise.
My heart is prepared, O God, my heart is prepared. I will sing, and I will compose a psalm.
8 Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake early.
Rise up, my glory. Rise up, psaltery and harp. I will arise in early morning.
9 I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: I will sing unto thee among the nations.
I will confess to you, O Lord, among the peoples. I will compose a psalm to you among the nations.
10 For thy mercy is great unto the heavens, and thy truth unto the clouds.
For your mercy has been magnified, even to the heavens, and your truth, even to the clouds.
11 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens: let thy glory be above all the earth.
Be exalted above the heavens, O God, and your glory above all the earth.

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