< Psalms 57 >
1 For the end. Destroy not: by David, for a memorial, when he fled from the presence of Saul to the cave. Have mercy, upon me, O God, have mercy upon me: for my soul has trusted in you: and in the shadow of your wings will I hope, until the iniquity have passed away.
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 to God most high; the God who has benefited me. (Pause)
I will cry out to God Most High, to God who has been kind to me.
3 He sent from heaven and saved me; he gave to reproach them that trampled on me: God has sent 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 and he has delivered my soul from the midst of [lions']whelps: I lay down to sleep, [though] troubled. [As for] the sons of men, their teeth are arms and [missile] weapons, 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 you exalted, O God, above the heavens; and your glory above all the earth.
Be exalted above the heavens, O God, and your glory above all the earth.
6 They have prepared snares for my feet, and have bowed down my soul: they have dug a pit before my face, and fallen into it [themselves]. (Pause)
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, O God, [is] ready, my heart [is] ready: I will sing, yes will sing psalms.
My heart is prepared, O God, my heart is prepared. I will sing, and I will compose a psalm.
8 Awake, my glory; awake, lute and harp: I will awake early.
Rise up, my glory. Rise up, psaltery and harp. I will arise in early morning.
9 O Lord, I will give thanks to you among the nations: I will sing to you among the Gentiles.
I will confess to you, O Lord, among the peoples. I will compose a psalm to you among the nations.
10 For your mercy has been magnified even to the heavens, and your truth to the clouds.
For your mercy has been magnified, even to the heavens, and your truth, even to the clouds.
11 Be you exalted, O God, above the heavens; and your glory above all the earth.
Be exalted above the heavens, O God, and your glory above all the earth.