Psalms 57
1 “For the leader of the music. To be sung to the tune of “Do not destroy.” A psalm of David, when he fled from Saul in the cave.” Have pity upon me, O God! have pity upon me, For in thee doth my soul seek refuge! Yea, in the shadow of thy wings do I take shelter, Until these calamities be overpast!
For the leader. Al tashheth. A michtam of David, when he fled from Saul into a cave. Be gracious, O God, be gracious to me, for in you I take shelter. In your sheltering wings I take refuge, till ruin be over past.
2 I call upon God the Most High, Upon God, who performeth all things for me;
I cry to the Most High God, to the God who accomplishes for me.
3 He will send from heaven, and save me; He will put to shame him that panteth for my life; (Pause) God will send forth his mercy and his truth.
He will send me his succour from heaven, he will thrust away those who would trample me. (Selah)
4 My life is in the midst of lions; I dwell among them that breathe out fire; Among men whose teeth are spears and arrows, And whose tongue is a sharp sword.
In the midst of lions I lie, who devour human prey. Their teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue is a sharpened sword.
5 Exalt thyself, O God! above the heavens, And thy glory above all the earth!
Be exalted, God, o’er the heavens, and your glory o’er all the earth.
6 They have prepared a net for my steps; My soul is bowed down; They have digged a pit before me, But into it they have themselves fallen.
They set a net for my feet, but in it was their own foot caught. Before me they dug a pit, but they fell into it themselves. (Selah)
7 My heart is strengthened, O God! my heart is strengthened! I will sing, and give thanks.
My heart is steadfast, O God, my heart is steadfast. I would sing, I would make music;
8 Awake, my soul! awake, psaltery and harp! I will wake with the early dawn.
awake, my soul. Awake, harp and lyre; I would wake the dawn.
9 I will praise thee, O Lord! among the nations; I will sing to thee among the kingdoms!
I would praise you among the peoples, O Lord, and make music among the nations to you;
10 For thy mercy reacheth to the heavens, And thy truth to the clouds!
for great to heaven is your love, and your faithfulness to the clouds.
11 Exalt thyself, O God! above the heavens, And thy glory above all the earth!
Be exalted, God, o’er the heavens, and your glory o’er all the earth.
