Psalms 57
1 To the chief Musician, Al-taschith, Michtam of David, when he fled from Saul in the cave. 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.
To the Chief Musician. "Do not destroy." A precious Psalm, of David. When he fled from the face of Saul into the Cave. Show me favour, O God, Show me favour, For, in thee, hath my soul sought refuge, —And, in the shadow of thy wings, will I seek refuge, Until the storm of ruin pass by.
2 I will cry unto God most high; unto God that performeth [all things] for me.
I will cry unto God Most High, Unto GOD, who accomplisheth on my behalf:
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 will send out of heaven, that he may save me, He who is panting for me, hath reproached. (Selah) God will send out his lovingkindness and his faithfulness.
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.
My soul, is in the midst of lions, I lie down amidst flames, As for the sons of men, Their teeth, are spear 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, Above all the earth, thy glory!
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)
A net, did they fix for my steps, My soul was bowed down, —They digged before me a pit, They fell into the midst thereof! (Selah)
7 My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise.
Fixed is my heart, O God, Fixed is my heart, I will sing, and touch the strings.
8 Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I [myself] will awake early.
Awake, mine honour, Awake, harp and lyre, I will awaken the dawn;
9 I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: I will sing unto thee among the nations.
I will thank thee, among the peoples, O My Lord, I will praise thee in song, among the races of men.
10 For thy mercy [is] great unto the heavens, and thy truth unto the clouds.
For, great, unto the heavens, is thy lovingkindness, And, unto the skies, thy faithfulness.
11 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens: [let] thy glory [be] above all the earth.
Be exalted Above the heavens, O God, Above all the earth, thy glory!
