Psalm 56–57

¹To the Overseer.—‘On the Dumb Dove far off.’—A secret treasure of David, in the Philistines’ taking hold of him in Gath. Favour me, O God, for man swallowed me up, All the day fighting he oppresseth me,

²Mine enemies have swallowed up all the day, For many are fighting against me, O most High,

³The day I am afraid I am confident toward Thee.

⁴In God I praise His word, in God I have trusted, I fear not what flesh doth to me.

⁵All the day they wrest my words, Concerning me all their thoughts are for evil,

⁶They assemble, they hide, they watch my heels, When they have expected my soul.

⁷By iniquity they escape, In anger the peoples put down, O God.

⁸My wandering Thou hast counted, Thou—place Thou my tear in Thy bottle, Are they not in Thy book?

⁹Then turn back do mine enemies in the day I call. This I have known, that God is for me.

¹⁰In God I praise the word, In Jehovah I praise the word.

¹¹In God I trusted, I fear not what man doth to me,

¹²On me, O God, are Thy vows, I repay thank-offerings to Thee.

¹³For Thou hast delivered my soul from death, Dost Thou not my feet from falling? To walk habitually before God in the light of the living!

Psalm 57

¹To the Overseer.—‘Destroy not.’—A secret treasure of David, in his fleeing from the face of Saul into a cave. Favour me, O God, favour me, For in Thee is my soul trusting, And in the shadow of Thy wings I trust, Until the calamities pass over.

²I call to God Most High, To God who is perfecting for me.

³He sendeth from the heaven, and saveth me, He reproached—who is panting after me. Selah. God sendeth forth His kindness and His truth.

⁴My soul is in the midst of lions, I lie down among flames—sons of men, Their teeth are a spear and arrows, And their tongue a sharp sword.

⁵Be Thou exalted above the heavens, O God, Above all the earth Thine honour.

⁶A net they have prepared for my steps, Bowed down hath my soul, They have digged before me a pit, They have fallen into its midst. Selah.

⁷Prepared is my heart, O God, Prepared is my heart, I sing and praise.

⁸Awake, mine honour, awake, psaltery and harp, I awake the morning dawn.

⁹I thank Thee among the peoples, O Lord, I praise Thee among the nations.

¹⁰For great unto the heavens is Thy kindness, And unto the clouds Thy truth.

¹¹Be thou exalted above the heavens, O God. Above all the earth Thine honour!

Psalm 58