Psalms 57
1BE merciful to me, O God; be merciful to me. For in Thee my soul hath trusted: and in the shadow of Thy wings I will put my trust, until this iniquity pass away.
2I will cry to God the Most high; to God Who to me hath been kind.
3He sent from heaven and saved me. He delivered up to reproach them who were treading me down. God sent forth His mercy and His truth;
4and delivered my soul from the midst of lions. I laid me down to sleep, troubled as I was. As for the sons of men, their teeth are weapons and darts; and their tongue is a sharp sword.
5Be Thou, O God, exalted above the heavens; and Thy glory over all the earth.
6They had prepared snares for my feet; and had caused my soul to bow down. They dug a pit before me: but into it they themselves have fallen.
7My heart is prepared, O God; my heart is prepared I will sing and to vocal join instrumental music.
8Awake my glory—awake psaltery and kithara: I myself will awake early.
9I will praise Thee, O Lord, among peoples: among nations I will hymn Thy praise.
10For Thy mercy is magnified up to heaven and Thy truth up to the clouds.
11Be Thou, O God, exalted above the heavens, and Thy glory over all the earth.