Psalm 57

To the chief Musician, ||Al-taschith, †Michtam of David, *when he fled from Saul in the cave. 1 Be amerciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: For my soul btrusteth in thee: Yea, cin the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, dUntil these ecalamities be overpast. 2 I will cry unto God most high; Unto God that fperformeth all things for me. 3 gHe shall send from heaven, and save me ||From the reproach of him that would hswallow me up. Selah. God shall send forth ihis mercy and his truth. 4 jMy soul is kamong lions: And I lie even among them that are set on fire, even the sons of men, Whose lteeth are spears and arrows, And mtheir tongue na sharp sword. 5 oBe thou exalted, O God, above the heavens; Let thy glory be above all the earth. 6 They have prepared pa net for my steps; My soul is ppbowed down: qThey have digged a pit before me, Into the midst whereof they are fallen themselves. Selah. 7 rMy heart is ||fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise. 8 sAwake up, tmy glory; awake, upsaltery and uharp: I myself will awake early. 9 I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: I will sing unto thee among the nations. 10 For xthy mercy is great unto the heavens, And thy truth unto the clouds. 11 oBe thou exalted, O God, above the heavens: Let thy glory be above all the earth.