Psalms 57

1 To the chief Musician, Al-taschith, Michtam of David, when he fled from Saul in the cave. Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast.⋮

2 I will cry unto God most high; unto God that performeth all things for me.⋮

3 He shall send from heaven, and save me from the reproach of him that would swallow me up. Selah. God shall send forth his mercy and his truth.⋮

4 My soul is among lions: and I lie even among them that are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.⋮

5 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens; let thy glory be above all the earth.⋮

6 They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down: they have digged a pit before me, into the midst whereof they are fallen themselves. Selah.⋮

7 My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise.⋮

8 Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: 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 thy mercy is great unto the heavens, and thy truth unto the clouds.⋮

11 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens: let thy glory be above all the earth.⋮