Psalm 57–58

Psalm 57

For the Chief Musician; set to Al-tashheth. A Psalm of David. Michtam; when he fled from Saul, in the cave.

¹Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me;

For my soul taketh refuge in thee:

Yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I take refuge,

Until these calamities be overpast.

²I will cry unto God Most High,

Unto God that performeth all things for me.

³He will send from heaven, and save me,

When he that would swallow me up reproacheth; Selah

God will send forth his lovingkindness and his truth.

⁴My soul is among lions;

I lie among them that are set on fire,

Even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows,

And their tongue a sharp sword.

⁵Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens;

Let thy glory be above all the earth.

⁶They have prepared a net for my steps;

My soul is bowed down:

They have digged a pit before me;

They are fallen into the midst thereof themselves. Selah

⁷My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed:

I will sing, yea, I will sing praises.

⁸Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp:

I myself will awake right early.

⁹I will give thanks unto thee, O Lord, among the peoples:

I will sing praises unto thee among the nations.

¹⁰For thy lovingkindness is great unto the heavens,

And thy truth unto the skies.

¹¹Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens;

Let thy glory be above all the earth.

Psalm 58

For the Chief Musician; set to Al-tashheth. A Psalm of David. Michtam.

¹Do ye indeed in silence speak righteousness?

Do ye judge uprightly, O ye sons of men?

²Nay, in heart ye work wickedness;

Ye weigh out the violence of your hands in the earth.

³The wicked are estranged from the womb:

They go astray as soon as they are born, speaking lies.

⁴Their poison is like the poison of a serpent:

They are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear,

⁵Which hearkeneth not to the voice of charmers,

Charming never so wisely.

⁶Break their teeth, O God, in their mouth:

Break out the great teeth of the young lions, O Jehovah.

⁷Let them melt away as water that runneth apace:

When he aimeth his arrows, let them be as though they were cut off.

⁸Let them be as a snail which melteth and passeth away,

Like the untimely birth of a woman, that hath not seen the sun.

⁹Before your pots can feel the thorns,

He will take them away with a whirlwind, the green and the burning alike.

¹⁰The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance:

He shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked;

¹¹So that men shall say, Verily there is a reward for the righteous:

Verily there is a God that judgeth in the earth.