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.