< 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!
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 call upon God the Most High, Upon God, who performeth all things for me;
I will cry unto God Most High, Unto GOD, who accomplisheth on my behalf:
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 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 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.
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 Exalt thyself, O God! above the heavens, And thy glory 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, But into it they have themselves fallen.
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 strengthened, O God! my heart is strengthened! I will sing, and give thanks.
Fixed is my heart, O God, Fixed is my heart, I will sing, and touch the strings.
8 Awake, my soul! awake, psaltery and harp! I will wake with the early dawn.
Awake, mine honour, Awake, harp and lyre, I will awaken the dawn;
9 I will praise thee, O Lord! among the nations; I will sing to thee among the kingdoms!
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 reacheth to the heavens, And thy truth to the clouds!
For, great, unto the heavens, is thy lovingkindness, And, unto the skies, thy faithfulness.
11 Exalt thyself, O God! above the heavens, And thy glory above all the earth!
Be exalted Above the heavens, O God, Above all the earth, thy glory!